[email protected] you, Cadbury mini Christmas eggs!!

Something about those sickly sweet, vanilla laced, crunchy confections are irresistible to me. Every other year, I break down and buy a bag thinking "this time, I'll pace myself."

But then I turn into the Quick rabbit and gobble down the whole dang pack in one shameless binge...and I sit here now feeling sick as a dog like I always do, wondering how I could have been so stupid as to think that this time I'd be able to control myself with Satan's chocolate whispering to me from the kitchen shelf.

 

I had a love affair with the Cadbury Creme eggs when I was in Junior High, but it didn't last long.

A couple years ago, my work had me traveling to Montreal on a monthly basis, where I found out Cadbury Mini Eggs are available year-round. It threatened my very existence. Luckily, I'm back stateside now, and the threat only comes around seasonally. I keep myself from stockpiling. Don't want the paramedics to discover me facedown John Bonham style.

 

Call 'em what you will, they're just as insidious. Candy coated crack by any other name is still candy coated crack!