I guess it should be embarrassing to admit, as well as a little hypocritical since I constantly complain about how coddled my students are, that from the time I was in first grade until the time I was in high school, my dad packed my lunch every day. Every day, I took a brown bag with a sandwich, a drink, and some sort of snack. The sandwich and snack changed over the years, but the drink was always the same: Yoo-Hoo.
A chocolate drink of mysterious origin that you had to shake before you enjoyed, Yoo-Hoo was vitamin-fortified high-fructose corn syrup that had a tangy sweetness. It wasn’t as viscous as chocolate milk and way more shelf stable. In fact, my dad would buy it in three-packs that he would then keep in the freezer. Then, he would put the box at the bottom of my brown paper bag with the sandwich and snack on top. Theoretically, it would keep everything cool while it sat in my locker all morning; in reality, it was a frozen chocolate brick that as it thawed wet the bag through condensation, usually falling through the bottom of the bag, and depending on how late I had lunch that day would either be cold or warm by the time I had to drink it.