LizzieMaine
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(What about the kid who sneaks into the vestry before the service and helps herself to as many of the little glasses of grape juice as she can drink? Oh wait, that was me.)
Good Methodist lass, you. We Catholic school kids always went for the brass ring of sacramental wine... if the padre hadn't grown up engaging in the same shenanigans himself and wasn't savvy enough to keep the stuff under lock and key.
They'd have the stuff in gallon glass jugs, so it was hardly the equivalent of a Chateau Margaux '63 Estate, but when you're 12 years old, your palate isn't particular.
To this day I can't walk past a display of Welch's in the grocery store without feeling guilty.
We also used bulkie rolls (the New England equivalent of a soft kaiser roll) to represent the B. of C, which still gives me an odd sense when I'm eating a ham and cheese sandwich.