Once, when nobody was looking, I opened a Cool Whip container at the local grocer and stole a sweet taste. That was the life of crime during my Wonder Years in the 70’s. A young Catholic girl sent to the corner store for a new gallon of milk and I somehow convince myself that I need a clever, illegal sugar fix. I often wonder what the buyer thought when they starting constructing their dessert and discovered my breach? As a now adult, I don’t even consider buying artificial toppings. I may have been a pioneer to product tampering but I am a veteran to the sweet life of a criminally good dessert.