I'm only talking about mum's cooking, not school dinners. Mind you, school dinners are the usual target of kiddies complaints, eh? So that backs up the theory.
My school dinners were good. I liked them, but on the other hand, my mum was the worst cook in the world.. The onions in her "stovies" were boiled to innumerable transparent, soggy slivers which you couldn't see until you moved some mince, and only then when the light reflected off them.
She's much much better at cooking now, though.
Now that my taste buds are knackered, that is.