Next week, when I post on here that I.can't.find.the.Easter.candy.anywhere,
will someone please remind me that I put it in the pink cooler in the kitchen? Please? Thanks so much my Internet friends... I heart you greatly!
Now, on to other pressing issues. I have mentioned before that I absolutely love, love,love Cadbury eggs. The original ones...love them.
Well, I treated myself to one of those bad boys the other day and was so excited about it. Usually by this time in the Easter season I have eaten several of these things, like 10. I know, it's bad. I think I have had 2 since Valentine's Day, so I've cut back. :)
On with my story. I got in the van and headed to the school to get the kids, my mouth watering for the yummy-ness. You think I'm joking.
I opened the chocolate egg and noticed something that immediately saddened me. There is a line that goes around the egg where the two halves of the egg are melted together. There was a section that didn't fuse together and there was a hole. This only means one thing... the creamy middle that I love so much was going to be dry because air had gotten to it. Do ya'll know what I'm talking about? Instead of a creamy center it was more like frosting, dry frosting. A waste of calories, because before when I thought it was going to be creamy the calories were totally worth it.
I ate it anyway because, well, I'm a woman and I had chocolate in my hand and it would have been a shame to throw it out.
I suffered through it, somebody had to.
will someone please remind me that I put it in the pink cooler in the kitchen? Please? Thanks so much my Internet friends... I heart you greatly!
Now, on to other pressing issues. I have mentioned before that I absolutely love, love,love Cadbury eggs. The original ones...love them.
Well, I treated myself to one of those bad boys the other day and was so excited about it. Usually by this time in the Easter season I have eaten several of these things, like 10. I know, it's bad. I think I have had 2 since Valentine's Day, so I've cut back. :)
On with my story. I got in the van and headed to the school to get the kids, my mouth watering for the yummy-ness. You think I'm joking.
I opened the chocolate egg and noticed something that immediately saddened me. There is a line that goes around the egg where the two halves of the egg are melted together. There was a section that didn't fuse together and there was a hole. This only means one thing... the creamy middle that I love so much was going to be dry because air had gotten to it. Do ya'll know what I'm talking about? Instead of a creamy center it was more like frosting, dry frosting. A waste of calories, because before when I thought it was going to be creamy the calories were totally worth it.
I ate it anyway because, well, I'm a woman and I had chocolate in my hand and it would have been a shame to throw it out.
I suffered through it, somebody had to.
6 comments:
I am right there with you on the tragedy that is a dried out cadbury egg.
I hope the chocolate was at least satisfying!
I know exactly what you are talking about and its completely ridiculous that they would do that! :) but, I'm glad that you ate the chocolate anyway.
And, I see below where you posted on Angie and her pregnancy. I lost her blog and was so anxious to read how they were doing. They have been on my heart since I found them last weekend. Thanks for passing along.
Praying for you too. Hope your weekend is full!
Hugs~
That is a crime I say.A CRIME.Oh and thanks for the Thomas the Tank Engine book.I have only had to read that to a certain little girl 150 times or so.The Dora sunglasses are adoradle though!
Um yeah,I think adorable was the word I was looking for.Love Ya!
Oh, that is so sad. Kind of like waking up in the morning without your blankie. Only worse because it involved chocolate and imperfection. What a crime to humanity!
You are a brave woman, and I admire the sacrifice that you were willing to make for Cadbury. Personally, I think they should send you a dozen FREE hole-less eggs. You want me to email them for 'ya?
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