I am not looking forward to tomorrow's Easter Mass as much as I usually do (yes, you read that right) because the dawn Mass in the quarry isn't happening this year. Instead, we'll be attending a normal service at a civilised hour in a heated chapel and I stand by my preference for standing in a draughty quarry at 5am.
Easter eggs are in short supply in the shops; this is particularly unsurprising when considering that the population here is almost exclusively of a Christian upbringing, and that even those who don't muchly care about the religious part become a lot more appreciative of said upbringing when this comes as a package deal with the cultural tradition of people giving them free chocolate.
I'm kind of hoping I don't get much in the way of chocolate this year - I never have much time to eat it before heading back, can't take it with me, and wouldn't want to do either of those things anyway. In fact, I always kind of hope I won't get Easter eggs at all.
Yes, I am a) female and b) aware that Easter eggs are sizeable lumps of chocolate. I appreciate the gesture of having one selected for me and understand the trouble people go to to get hold of a decent one. I also think that the specialist ones - Hotel Chocolat, for example - are worthy little works of chocolatey art in themselves.
However, finding yourself surrounded by so many Easter eggs that you could start your own foil-wrapped, slightly melty army and use it to wring protection money from the lactose-intolerant does, in fact, have its down side.
It entirely removes the "wow, you know, I'm really craving a few squares of chocolate right now" feeling that can occasionally pop up, and the base satisfaction that can follow on from fulfilling the urge (if your understanding of this "occasionally" is "a few times per day" I think we're on differing wavelengths). Surplus chocolate means you tend to try to convince yourself you want to eat chocolate, and... I don't know about everyone else, but seeing huge piles of chocolate doesn't make me anticipate the nice aspects of eating chocolate - it makes me anticipate the horrible sick feeling and utter boredom with the taste that go with overeating chocolate, even if I haven't opened the packaging.
When I finally do tend to open one of my Easter eggs, it's usually with a feeling along the lines of, "I really should eat this before it goes off..."
And this is why I dislike Easter eggs and the companies that make them.
YOU BASTARDS HAVE MADE EATING CHOCOLATE INTO A CHORE FOR ME.
Wrgh.
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On a not-quite-unrelated note, Cadbury-Schweppes appears to make almost every kind of confectionary available in the UK. Wikipedia them.
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We met a 2-month-old Springer puppy today. She was adorable. I'm serious. She's the kind of dog the owner will never be able to blame certain misbehaviour on, since it's so cute it may well turn out to fart rainbows and sparkles.
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~begging alert~
See Google ads?
Clicking them => money for me.
Thankees.
~/begging~
2 comments:
Even before you'd pointed out the Google ads, I'd noticed they're all about thyroid stuff. If I'd got to that earlier, I might have been taller. Or is it the pituitary that produces growth hormone?
Whatever. I'm still pleased I won an argument where the defendant was citing AIDS as a condition that is not affected by genes. Hah.
I think you, Bailey, are clearly overbestowed Easter eggs. If you didn't have as many, you'd appreciate them more. When they are on sale, I walk sadly past them to my usual groceries every few days for about a month, then a few days before Easter, when I realise that once again no one is going to buy me an Easter egg, I buy 4 for 5 pounds and distribute the remainder, keeping one for myself. And now I'm about to take my lovely Easter egg and watch England(+Wales) get royally owned by Australia in the cricket.
Easter eggs are a different kind of chocolate. They're hollow.
Google ads? Pah! What google ads? It's all about Adblock baby! :)
(On a related note, the word verification thing is sbgiz. Heehee, giz. Yay for immaturity!)
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