When I was a child, waking up on Easter morning was even better than Christmas. Why? Because Easter morning meant candy. And not just any candy, but an entire assortment of strange and wonderful confections: pastel candy-coated marshmallows, a hollow chocolate bunny as big as my hand, candy buttons, tootsie roll bank tubes, and enough jellybeans to weigh down the not-so-tasty plastic Easter grass at the bottom of the basket.
Living in a household with an unforgivably strict (yes, Mom, I’m looking at you) sugar ban, this candy buffet was a HUGE event. Sure, at Christmas our stockings held a peppermint stick as big as a femur, but come on, I usually had 3/4 of the one from last year hiding in the “secret candy storage” in my dollhouse.
The candy bonanza was probably helped by the fact that my father (the OG EB in my life) had just ended a Lenten sugar fast and was probably just as eager to have some sweets for himself. So we all came out winners.
Mostly. I have to admit, however, that the EB didn’t always get it right. I mean, he kept putting the grossest jellybeans in my basket when he should have known that the black, purple, and white ones were disgusting. Ew! And Peeps? *shudders*
It was a good thing my sisters and I had a fair trade (or not so fair trade) system. Since I wasn’t that big into the gross stuff or even the Tootsie Rolls, I usually “traded” all of mine in order to have the empty bank tubes.
Now, the EB knows eggsactly (sorry, I couldn’t resist) what I like. While DS 1.0 and 2.0 receive baskets overflowing with foil wrapped chocolate eggs, jellybeans, Nerds, Skittles, and even Peeps (I think good taste skips a generation), all I need is a chocolate covered marshmallow bunny. Ears first, of course. 🙂
Wishing you and yours a wonderful Easter!