An Easter Confession

I have to confess something. It may be shocking to some of you, and downright blasphemous to others. I almost feel like a sweet-tooth fraud myself for even admitting this. But it has to be said.

I don’t like Cadbury Cream Eggs.

You wouldn’t think it given my well-documented chocoholism, but no matter how many times I try them, I just don’t get the hype. Maybe it’s the milk chocolate, or the way the white goopy stuff coats your throat. They just do nothing for me.

I do however, have a particular fondness for another cheap drugstore egg.

The Russell Stover Maple Cream Egg. Whipped maple cream covered in melt-in-your-mouth dark chocolate. Oh, good heavens.

For the past ten years or so, I’ve made it a point to eat as many of these babies as possible before Walgreens runs out. Because they almost always run out, well before Easter. It’s not right.

Then, a couple of years ago, I discovered the Raspberry Whip Egg (because the Maple Creams were gone, of course) and became a fan of them as well.

I also make a rare exception to my snubbing of milk chocolate for the Caramel Chocolate Marshmallow Eggs. They taste just like the chocolate-and-caramel-covered marshmallows-on-a-stick you can buy at the Pooh Gift Shop in Disneyland, only they’re way cheaper. (And yes, I do know all the places to buy the best chocolate in Disneyland.)

I know, I know, they’re artificially flavored and pretty much nasty for you. It’s a good thing they only come out once a year.

Because, you know, I only indulge in these kinds of treats once a year.

🙂

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