Dear Cadbury Creme Egg:
It is that time of year again. The time that you grace the shelves of every major store that I enter. The time that my self control is pushed to the limits. And then, when I think that I have won, that I have endured it well, Target puts you on sale. And I am helpless to resist.
All year long I struggle against every impulse, every longing to purchase candy. There is enough candy in this house with out every spending a penny on it. And as long as I never go shopping hungry, I tend to succeed. Until March rolls around. Then, all is lost. As am I.
The glorious chocolaty shell is nothing, nothing compared to your creamy, rich interior. How can I possibly resist? I don't even know what your made of but somehow, I succumb. I just can't help myself.
Why, why when I am trying to overcome this weakness must you appear with your empty calories and fat grams. Why am I so drawn to your seductive charms, your smooth texture?
Soon Easter will be over, and with it your irresistible temptation. Hurry past, Easter. I don't think I can restrain myself from Eggs on clearance.
With all my love,
* the pictured egg no longer exists. . .