As I peeled the foil top off a large can of Swiss Miss hot chocolate, I was immediately transported back to childhood. The chocolate scent that rose from the can was of the boxes of Jello chocolate pudding, a favorite dessert from my youth.
We sometimes prepared the cooked version on the stove, stirring and stirring in a silver-colored pot with black handle. We put plastic wrap on the top as it cooled, then slowly peeled it off to see the chocolate craters on the surface. And no one ever wanted the hard crusty part when it was just a day old. Sometimes we used the yellow and white Tupperware shaker, with a plastic spoke in the middle to stir it up. We could then immediately take turns dipping spoons into the shaker, slurping down the chocolate jelloey pudding. Yum!
The final time I remember eating homemade pudding I was just driving, home from a visit to a friend’s house with a severe case of the munchies. I dove into the bowl of freshly-made chocolate pudding on the counter and starting inhaling spoonfuls into my mouth, all the while yakking on the phone. Yum!
An unexpected trip to the past, just from opening a can. Weird. C