VocabularyCup - xicaraSlice - fatiaPiece - pedacoTeaspoon - colher de chaSpoon - colherTablespoon - colher de sopaKnife - facaFork - garfoSpatula - espatulaTry - bandejaOven / Stove - forno,fogao Carrots - cenourasPeas - ervilhaBeans - feijaoRice - arrozPork - carne de porcoApple - macaFlour - farinhaButter - manteigaEggs - ovosMilk - leite Sugar - acucarShake - mexer, sacudir, balancarPut - colocarTake - tirar, pegarAdd - adcionar, acrescentarCup - xicaraSlice - fatiaPiece - pedacoTeaspoon - colher de chaSpoon - colherTablespoon - colher de sopaKnife - facaFork - garfoSpatula - espatulaTry - bandejaOven / Stove - forno,fogao Carrots - cenourasPeas - ervilhaBeans - feijaoRice - arrozPork - carne de porcoApple - macaFlour - farinhaButter - manteigaEggs - ovosMilk - leite Sugar - acucarShake - mexer, sacudir, balancarPut - colocarTake - tirar, pegarAdd - adcionar, acrescentarRecipeChocolate Coconut Balls1 cup coconut2 tablespoons melted chocolate1 8-ounce can condensed milk1 packet crushed plain cookies/biscuits* Crush cookies into a bowl. Add coconut and cocoa. Mix in condensed milk. Roll the mixture into balls. Roll balls into a little extra coconut.Lunchlady Land lyrics"This is a song...""This is uhh, This is a new song...""It's through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive, I feel...""The Lunchlady"[Laughing]Woke up in the morningPut on my new plastic gloveServed some reheated salisbury steakWith a little slice of loveGot no clue what the chicken pot pie is made ofJust know everything's doing fineDown here in Lunchlady LandWell I wear this net on my head'Cause my red hair is fallin' outI wear these brown orthopedic shoes'Cause I got a bad case of the goutI know you want seconds on the corndogsBut there's no reason to shoutEverybody gets enough foodDown here in Lunchlady LandWell yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joesAnd my breath reeks of tunaAnd there's lots of black hairs coming out of my noseIn Lunchlady Land your dreams come trueClouds made of carrots and peasMountains built of shepherds pieAnd rivers made of macaroni and cheeseBut don't forget to return your traysAnd try to ignore my gum diseaseNo student can escape the magic of Lunchlady LandHoagies & grinders, hoagies & grindersHoagies & grinders, hoagies & grindersNavy beans, navy beans, navy beansHoagies & grinders, hoagies & grindersNavy beans, navy beansMeatloaf sandwichsloppy joe, slop, sloppy joesloppy joe, slop, sloppy joesloppy joe, slop, sloppy joesloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeWell I dreamt one morningThat I woke up to seeAll the pepperoni pizzaWas a-looking at meIt screamed, why do you burn meAnd serve me up coldI said I got the spatulaJust do what you're toldThen the liver & onionsStarted joining the fightAnd the chocolate puddingPushed me with all its mightAnd the chop suey slapped meAnd it kicked me in the headIt's called revenge LunchladySaid the garlic breadI said what did I doTo make you all so madThey said you got flabby armsAnd your breath is badThen the green beans saidYou better run and hideBut then my friend sloppy joe cameAnd joined my sideHe said if it wasn't for the LunchladyThe kids wouldn't eatchaYou should be shakin' her handAnd sayin' please to meet yaShe gives you a purposeAnd she gives you a goalYou