It is that time of year when the sugary sugarness brings back memories of my childhood. Being a first generation child of Scotish immigrants, I had the inside scoop on British chocolates. No time of year was better than Easter, though. My parents had clearly been hooked early on to the Cadbury Creme Egg because my mother had them in the house from the time they appeared in stores until the time they stopped being there. She would hide them at the back of the vegetable drawer... not exactly the best hiding place, Mom!
Every night after dinner, or "tea" as Mum would say, we'd each unwrap our egg and bite into our treats with great excitement.
My Dad would take one bite and then shove the rest in his mouth. My mother would take a bite and then slowly lick out the creamy inside and then she'd savor the chocolate shell, it was kind of annoying, actually. Despite this, I ultimately stole her tequique and enjoy my Cadbury Creme Egg exactly that way today! My brother would take two tiny bites and be done, having had enough of the sugar. You guessed it, he was the crazy child. What kid doesn't at least save the rest for later? Love ya, Stew!
Several years ago I picked up an Egg in the store and it felt... oddly.... smaller, I rolled it in my hand and with shocking realization, discovered that the Egg had shrunk! How do you mess with something so perfect?
It turns out that the british version of the Cadbury Creme Egg hasn't shrunk at all. The American Egg, licensed and produced by Hershey, has shrunk! Well, no wonder we are a country of fatties! Now I have to eat TWO eggs to get the satisfaction of one.
Nice, thanks alot Hersey's - this ass is for you.