I judge holidays by their food. Specifically, their candy.
Halloween: awesome. Valentine’s Day: love it. Christmas: the candy situation is so-so, but it gets a pass because of eggnog and all the baked goods. Thanksgiving: not really a fan. There is no Thanksgiving candy that I am aware of. I don’t even like pumpkin pie all that much. But the one thing I will say for it is that it heralds the beginning of eggnog season.
The king of candy holidays, however, is Easter. Some of it is nostalgic — my mother has not only mastered road trips, but she made a mean Easter basket when my sister and I were younger. However, the biggest reason is that I simply cannot get enough Cadbury Creme Eggs and Mini Eggs. Ever. I have been known to hit every drugstore between work and home after Easter in search of them at 50% off. Here’s a crappy cell phone picture of our seasonal candy shelf last Easter:
Which reminds me, I haven’t bought any Robin Eggs or Peeps yet.
Some holiday candy is just all-year candy dressed up in colored wrappers (I’m looking at you, Hershey’s Kisses), so it saddens me that there is no non-Easter version of my Cadbury favorites (unless you live in Canada), even if it is probably for the best. I would even forgive Cadbury for the sin of shrinking the Creme Eggs if I could get them all year.
I wonder how many Creme Eggs and bags of Mini Eggs I would have to buy to get me through until next Easter. Probably too many to fathom, since we have eaten four bags of Mini Eggs this week.
Those are bags #5 and #6.
