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March 11, 2014

Kali Davies-Anderson: No Easter basket? I may have a chocolate meltdown

NEW CASTLE — A few days ago my mother dropped a bomb on me.

After 27 years of doing so, she has decided THIS YEAR that she will not be getting me an Easter basket.

We were sitting in her kitchen talking about various chocolate confections, as we often do, when I made note of some of my favorites and hinted toward a compilation of them going into my Easter basket.

Without hesitation she had the nerve to tell me that I am “too old” for an Easter basket.

Too old?! But I am not even 30 yet!

Shameful.

She then proceeded to tell me she hadn’t wanted to do one for me last year, but I was too pathetic in my hinting at disappointment.

Good to know I can be that persuasive when necessary.

I don’t know why I love getting an Easter basket so much, although I suspect it has much to do with the fact that there is possibly no person on the planet who likes chocolate as much as I. I eat chocolate in the morning with my coffee, chocolate after lunch and chocolate before bed. If you think I am exaggerating, ask my husband.

So, when a holiday rolls around it seems only fitting to keep chocolate involved in the festivities.

The Easter basket is the mecca of all things chocolate, and I will mourn the absence of it this year.

On every Easter morning prior to this one, my sisters and I gathered in my parents’ living room after church and awaited our very first clue to find our basket.

Oh, did I not mention that we also HUNT for the baskets in addition to receiving?

My mother writes clues on paper and then reads it aloud, sending all five of us grown adults to use every force necessary to find the first basket.

It really is a glorious sight: decked out in our Sunday dresses, diving over couches and crawling under tables.

Finally, after a 10-minute blood bath, each of us will have found our basket.

I like to take the slow and steady approach with my basket, eating one piece of candy every 25 minutes or so throughout Easter Sunday.

My sisters’ techniques are similar for the most part, although there is always someone who just doesn’t eat the candy, and the others are very helpful in making it disappear.

I usually eat my favorite chocolates first. Among these are Snickers, Dove, Twix, Lindt, and Ferrero Rocher Truffles (yes, we know how to be classy with our baskets).

But NOTHING, I mean NOTHING is as good as the Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs.

Not the Reese’s trees.

Not the Reese’s Hearts or Halloween Pumpkins.

Definitely NOT the original Reese’s Cup.

I would like to know what they do to the eggs to make them so much better.

Is it just me? Am I just always really hungry when I eat them? Is this all in my imagination?

NO.

I have taken surveys from comparable people and they all agreed.

Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs are in a league of their own.

Sadly, however, this year I suppose these small oval bites of joy will not make an appearance on Easter morning. I suppose I am getting too old for a basket (even though I am not yet 30).

I guess if worse comes to worst, I can still look forward to my Christmas morning stocking.

Unless my mother decides I am “too old” for that as well (yeah, right).

 

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