Happy Easter!

[osprey_archer]

Happy Easter, to those of you who celebrate! And happy Easter candy sales to everyone in a country with Easter candy.

A lot of Easter candy has lost its luster for me over the years. I used to love marshmallow Peeps, but I've noticed now that they go stale more or less instantly on contact with the air and also don't have a flavor (although I miss the texture of the tiny sugar grains as you bite down, and the way they cling to your lips). Chocolate bunnies are just too big and too sweet, and I never liked jellybeans anyway.

But Cadbury eggs. My God, Cadbury creme eggs. There are Cadbury caramel eggs and even Cadbury chocolate creme eggs, but they are infinitely inferior to the bliss that is the Cadbury creme egg. When I was little, my mother used to cut the eggs in half and my brother and I would fight over who got the bigger half, never mind the bigger half was bigger by, like, a microscopic splinter of chocolate. Because it was a Cadbury egg, and it was worth fighting over every sliver.

I still feel a little decadent when I eat a Cadbury egg whole.

One of the first things I ever learned about England was that it was the place where Cadbury came from; and thus began my long and fruitful Anglophilia.

Comments

[anactoria.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. I remember getting a Cadbury Easter egg when I was a little 'un which came with two Creme Eggs and was wrapped up like one itself. The crushing disappointment I felt when I realised that that was just a normal Easter egg and not a giant Creme Egg has stayed with me ever since. :'(

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, that is quite evil. The Cadbury people should be ashamed, seeming to promise a giant Creme Egg and failing to deliver.

[exuberantself.livejournal.com]

I come bearing two Creme Egg stories!

I knew a girl in college who loved Cadbury eggs so much that her mother once gave her an entire case of them for her birthday (it was in March, I think). This wasn't a "when she was a kid" birthday, by the way...it was a "while I knew her" birthday.

And number two, I love Cadbury eggs so much that I found a partially eaten egg tucked into a plastic egg and ate it. In December. I was fifteen. ...there really is no limit to the things I'm willing to put in my mouth...

I've lost my taste for all that sweetness in recent years, but I still have to buy one the first time I see it every year and put the whole thing in my mouth.

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

That would be an awesome birthday present. If my birthday wasn't in July I would suggest to everyone I know and possibly a few people I don't just in case they feel like spending money.

Also, I'm impressed that the half-eaten egg didn't kill you. Though maybe all that sugar would kill any bacteria that got into it?

[exuberantself.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, it's a well known fact in real life that I have a cast iron stomach. My grandfather used to feed me expired eggs for breakfast and it never phased me. I don't take medicine, I never get sick, and I can eat virtually anything. If I do get sick off eating something, I throw it up and move on with my life. We decided a long time ago that my body decided when I was very young that I wasn't going to bother helping it out in any way (read: not eating things that should kill me) and it adapted. My hair did the same thing...I haven't brushed it in years, but it looks amazing every day.

I guess I'm just a lucky girl. :-D

[exuberantself.livejournal.com]

...I think I responded wrong there, but I'm not sure how. Oh well. LJ is too hard for me.

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

I think there must be a glitch in the programming somewhere, because the responses going in the wrong place thing has happened before.

Also, I think expiration dates on eggs are a plot by the Evil Egg Conglomerates. Because eggs will keep forever and ever without going bad, even if you take them on a canoe trip.