Monday, March 19, 2018

Please, Mr. Eggman.

If you ask me chocolate or vanilla I will choose vanilla every time. Vanilla soft serve, vanilla cupcakes, vanilla milkshakes, vanilla, vanilla, vanilla with extra vanilla please. Vanilla.

Except for one time of year. This time of year. Because of these:

I just back from the grocery store because I had to buy a bag to replace the bag that was purchased yesterday for me and my family. To share. Whoops.

I decided I better get two bags this trip in case I plow through the one because I'm gonna need another one, to replace that one. This is the way my brain operates.

Milk Chocolate Cadbury Mini Eggs -- each and every spring the only thing that could make me choose chocolate over vanilla. They're only available once a year which is good, because I don't want to go into a diabetic coma, and bad, because they make me so happy and I love them so much. 

I don't know what drug besides sugar they put in these pastel speckled wonders (maybe it's that "dairy milk" they use?) but I do know that I am addicted. Here is the overly thought out ritualistic way in which I eat them: 

  • Two at a time
  • Let eggs get all warm and melty
  • Crack candy shell with molar
  • Skillfully separate candy from chocolate (if you can tie a cherry stem into a bow in your mouth you have an advantage here)
  • Chomp crunchy candy shell
  • Savor delicious melty chocolate
  • Repeat as necessary. Like, until you need to go to the store for two more bags.

I love you, little eggs. To me you are the candy corn of spring and that is insanely high praise. Stay sweet.