Ladies and gentleman, listen up. It has come to my attention that people are defiling the Cadbury Creme Egg.
The Easter classic has been, get this, wrapped in pizza dough (pizza dough!) and plopped in a big vat of oil and fried. Fried Cadbury Creme Eggs? Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.
That is just fine for Twinkies people. They’re rather pedestrian to begin with. Just some puffy cake-y substances with an unidentifiable white creme in the center. But let’s make this clear: Cadbury Creme Eggs are oval-shaped bits of heaven.
Chocolate with two-colored nougat inside that indicates three layers of love for the mouth.
Now unwrap. Some of the bits of foil may stick to the goo that dripped out in the factory. Do not despair (unless you have fillings … then you may want to scrape rather furiously at it) — it’s a small price to pay for what you are about to behold.
Now. Take a bite.
That right there? Yes, that is the best it’s ever going to get.
Now, sally forth and hit the grocery store because time’s a wastin’. Easter is this weekend!
By the way, I am this manic about the eating processes of several foods, and I’m not embarrassed to admit it. But at the moment I blame this obsession with “how to” on the arrival of a book called How to Eat a Cupcake in my mailbox (courtesy of its publisher). How does one see that and not want to read? Hmmmm?
Proof of my eternal love for all things Cadbury:
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