From a reader:

Over 50 years ago my Dad worked in a Chocolate factory on Delancy Street on the Lower East Side. During the Easter season he used to take me and my brother in to work with him on Saturdays. Our job was to unmold the chocolate bunnies from these beautiful metal molds and check for any voids. If there was a void we would smash the bunnies into a cart where they would go back into the kitchen and be remelted and remolded. We must have smashed thousands of bunnies. We also ate our share, but always left room for our ceremonial trip around the block to Katz’s for lunch.
They say scent memory is stronger than any other memory, and I can attest to the fact that all these years later I can still smell the chocolate, and the pastrami.