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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Easter means Cadbury Creme Eggs

Easter clearly means Cadbury Creme Eggs. What else could Easter mean? Peeps you say? NO! Creme Eggs! Preferably popped into the freezer, until their outer chocolate is hard, even brittle, and the gooey fondant white/yolk has solidified into an egg-shaped fondant treat. And Peeps? Peeps are the love child of the Michelin Man and the El Pollo Loco Chicken -- the acidly marshmallow children unwanted by either parent, they find their way to the unassuming shelves of your local shop and from there to the Easter baskets of poor, innocent, and unsuspecting children. Its all quite sad, really. I propose that this year every American parent does their child a favor and buys them Creme Eggs instead.
But back to the central point. The joys of the Creme Egg are unbounded. First, you bite off the top and there is chocolate and a little bit of think hmmm, interesting. The next bite is almost entirely fondant, with just a hint of yolk and then the final joyous bite, the base, is a chocolate-fondant amalgamation of such unbearable perfection that I cannot even describe it. The only thing that might possibly be better than a frozen Cadbury Creme Egg is a Cadbury Creme Egg Car...


Anonymous Naomi said...

How about a car full of cadbury creme eggs?
that could get messy lol

1:36 PM  
Anonymous Dasha said...

I like the mini eggs. The full-sized eggs are too big for me.

Peeps + microwave = entertainment

10:38 PM  

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