One of my very early memories is of getting my bottom spanked by my mother. My recall of the event is a feeling of denial and injustice.
My mother worked out of town and I lived with my Grandparents. Mom was home for a few days and we were in the kitchen. I don’t know what product she was opening but it had golden foil around it. I can still see it in my mind. To me that foil was the most wonderful thing I had ever see! I wanted to have the foil and she did not understand-I may have been pre-verbal. I pitched a fit and was swiftly dealt with. Later that morning my grandmother came to my defense explaining that she always allowed me the foil packaging from the tea and what I had wanted was the foil packaging. Where my grandmother and I saw a wonderful tactile experience my mom saw garbage.
I still find pleasure in shiny foil as I do all manner of discretely sparkly things. Peeling back the golden foil on the P.C chocolate mousse gives me disproportionate pleasure. A taste of happy in a glorious foil covered jar!