Ode to a Cadbury Crème Egg

Oh, delicious orb of fondant goo,
How you bewitch me each and every year.
Though the clucking rabbit that claims to lay you
Still confuses me,
No matter: A chocolate egg is still a chocolate egg.

Lesser chocolatiers may have you filled
With peanut butter, or caramel, or Snickers,
But of thee I ask, where’s the albumin?  What of the faux yolk?
Nay, there’s only one true crème egg.
The one with the crème.

Heed not the haters,
For they are stupid idiots that don’t know what’s good.
No one can deny your rightful place nestled within Easter wicker
Among foil-covered chocolate rabbits, Peeps, jellybeans,
And those delicious malted milk speckled egg thingies.

Comments

[Cottage Smallhoder]

My friend Anna give me these every now and then when I’m working in her house. I love the sickly sweetness of them and mine is gulped down in an instant. Being a little more restrained she saves hers until later, in a high cupboard in the kitchen, away from her lurcher Max who has a sweet tooth and a wicked way with chocolate.

[Sister]

Imagine the sound of a hundred people wretching and vomiting. That's my comment...

[Tammy]

Sister: Hater!

CS: You have good taste in friends. And I have a similar little lurcher. Only, it's his Easter basket, so I guess that makes me the lurcher.

[Harrison3]

Thanks Easter Bunny.

Bock bock.

[squeezyB]

I'm with sister. The Cadbury Egg makes me cringe. My mother and my sister can't stay away from them, but I can't even think about them without getting woozy. I'm all about the malted eggs. And I had NONE all weekend. NONE. Those relatives, in spite of their wonderful guest room and splendid spread, are off my list.

[Husband]

One word: GROSS

[Lisa]

hahahaaa! Well I can't say as I share your affection for the creme egg - unfortunately they make my teeth shiver and my jaws tighten up like a vise - but I applaud your poetic talent!

Very funny. =)

xoxo