Mrs. Lorraine Eckard(belated African American school caeerftia director at my high school -btw very BIG DEAL seeing that it was not that long after integration of schools in the USA, though Jim Crow was still alive and strong in the South in department stores, law enforcement agencies, banks, and newspaper firms )and my grandmother, Mama Mill, were responsible for the fabulous lunch programs at my junior high school. All races received soul food with a pinch of love as the pepper. I never ever got a stomachache from this food! Prior to that time, however, I do recall seeing this thing you call Fiestata .didn't touch it..could hardly even look at it .On another note, our girl scout Sages(word I use to describe the older church ladies who cared about us youngsters and offered sound advice) made a fabulous Russian tea using the powdered Tang orange flavor, cloves, ginger ale, ice cubes, lemon and orange slices, and maybe a bit of nelken. I have not been able to recreate that tea not even once drinking it back in the day made me feel luxuriously treasured and protected.Wow! I am also reminded of the cheese in the grayish box and the powdered milk that would be delivered to my Mom as part of the welfare program(for underpriviledged families)..The milk was so bad, I would eat my cornflakes with water ..Now, I cherish each nutritious morsel of food that enters my mouth.