My obsession with Cadbury cream eggs has reached the point where I have found myself resentful of other Easter candy. No, not just resentful of knockoffs of Cadbury Eggs; it would make sense that I would look down my nose upon those nasty Snicker's Eggs or Dove Eggs that attempt to knock off the Cadbury design. No, I'm resentful of totally unrelated Easter candy.
Last night, my roommate offered me something called a Robin Egg. I've never had one before, but politely refused. However, in my head, I'm thinking, "Get that shit away from me. Why isn't it a Cadbury egg? What's wrong with you, buying that shit when you probably passed over a Cadbury Egg minipack to get to them?"
Now, today, the roommate was away, and I was making my lunch upstairs, when, lo and behold, the bag of robin eggs lay near the microwave. It was open. I decided to try one. And another. And another. And, you know what? They're not half bad. They taste sort of like Whoppers, but they're better somehow, and I like how they're differently sized.
This has been my only non-Cadbury candy all season, and I was surprised that I liked it. No, it's not a Cadbury Cream egg - nothing is - but it was definitely tasty. Maybe I shouldn't resent other Easter candy.
Those stale marshmallowy Peeps are still some nasty shit, though.
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