Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Little Sugar...

The first year SOB and I lived together, he introduced me to one of the most wonderful things on this planet of ours: Cadbury Creme Eggs. Never before had I known the joy that is a chocolate shell encasing a velvety fondant filling made to resemble an egg. For some reason, my parents had never included these items in our Easter baskets. SOB brought some home from the Acme some random night and after one bite and I was hooked. I especially enjoy them right after breakfast with a cup of hot coffee. Horrible, I know, but something about the sugary sweet candy mixed with the bitter hot coffee just makes for perfection in my mouth.

Alas, anyone with a seasonal food addiction knows the pain associated with cravings that strike months away from product availability. My mother has a debilitating Shamrock Shake problem which usually flares up in October.

After a few blissful weeks of devouring a creme egg every morning, I was dismayed to find them no longer available once Easter rolled by. I was disappointed, but knew it was for the best. My teeth and my waistline were surely suffering. A few months passed, and I barely thought of those confectionery delights, supposedly laid by a bunny that clucks like a chicken.

Until one morning in June, when I was blindsided by a crippling desire that could only be fixed with a creme egg. I gnashed my teeth and tore at my hair. I may have even foamed at the mouth a little. It was all such a blur. All of a sudden, before me, I saw the glint of a foil wrapper. SOB had his hand extended, and in it was a single egg. 'How?' I asked him, with tears rolling down my cheeks. The day after Easter, he had gone back to the Acme and bought up all the remaining eggs on clearance. He knew this day would come, and he wanted to be prepared.

After that incident, SOB would surprise me with an egg every few weeks. He never reveled where he was hiding them, and I never went looking. They lasted well into the fall, and by the time Easter rolled around again, I hadn't had another attack.

Last night SOB stopped at Publix on his way home from work. When he got home, he took one of the shopping bags, tied the top and put it in the closet. I didn't check the contents, but I'm reasonably certain that it's my 2007-2008 egg stash. It looks pretty sizable, which is good news considering the whole pregnancy thing.

Isn't he sweet?

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7 comments:

Chelle said...

Cadbury Eggs are like crack-instantly addictive. I cannot have them in the house after Easter because, no matter how well hidden they may be, I WILL find them. I WILL eat them all. I think that is why Easter is one of my favorite holidays.

Kris H. said...

OMG!!! Where did you find him??? You need to clone him!!!

slouching mom said...

Oh, they ARE good. And I like the original ones better than the new caramel ones.

Mmm...

super des said...

Wow, he's a keeper. Of course, I personally can't eat them, so if my husband brought me a bag home of Cadbury eggs, I would think he was trying to kill me. But for you, it seems to work. Kudos for the good Doctor!

Mrs. Chicken said...

I can't live without these. Have you seen the bite-sized ones? Truly the devil's candy.

You have a keeper there, girlie.

janet said...

its funny you mention those...i was out with marcello, carrie, joe, and yos last night and i brought a bag of 9 mini eggs. my in-laws gave them to jack. there is no way in hell i wanted to deal with that sugar rush...
btw your name came up and we all spoke lovingly about you!

Amy Jo said...

I really enjoy the mini eggs. They are the perfect popping size! But I haven't ever tried the caramel ones. I'm a loyalist that way.