The day after Thanksgiving 1961, Mom picked Rory & me up at my grandparents (we had stayed over) and took us shopping at Sloan's Supermarket on York & 86th Street, looking for sales on leftovers from the holiday. Inside the store, Rory and I began torture. I lovedCocoa Marsh. Rory lovedBosco. We fought in the aisle over which chocolate syrup to throw in the cart to take home. Mom said, "Throw them both in, or you die now." Then, Mom grabbed one of her comfort foods, Hersey's Chocolate Syrup.
That afternoon, we egged Mom into a chocolate milk tasting contest addingHershey as the third choice despite its weak appearance in a tin can rather than the other two brands’ fancy glass containers. Cocoa Marshhad a lion on top of its push squirt spout. Boscohad a clown. I was scared of clowns. Even little ones on top of food products. I think aTwilight Zoneepisode spooked me.
. The three of us took turns wearing blindfolds and made three glasses of chocolate milk using the three types of syrup. Rory cheated and peeked. He lovedBosco.I cheated. I lovedCocoa Marsh.Mom didn't cheat. She loved chocolate milk. Mom drained her three glasses in three gulps leaving nothing but her smile and a chocolate mustache.