Sweet Tooth

Every Spring, CVS becomes a pilgrimage destination for hordes of "sweet tooth-ers," just like me. Why you ask? Just a little something called Cadbury Mini-Eggs.

The chocolate interior is to die for. The hard candy shell gives it just the right amount of crunch. The pale pastel colors, a palette of beauty. 

Oh those devilish candy makers at Cadbury. They have created the perfect indulgence. All of my self-discipline withers at the mere thought of those eggs.

For the past ten years, the cemetery across the street has hosted our annual Easter egg hunt. We have tucked plastic eggs filled with Cadbury chocolate inside the nooks and crannies of old gravestones, behind potted plants, in the crook of tree branches, and on top of water spigots. 

And yet the kids always find them. Every. Last. One. 

Sigh.

"How's the diet going?

Not good. I had eggs for breakfast this morning.

Scrambled?

No, Cadbury..."

– Nicole O'Neil