Cadbury Egg You Are My Precious

Easter is but a few days away and like a squirrel preparing for winter I've been hoarding Cadbury Creme Eggs like the end of the world is nigh. I cannot seem to dash into a CVS or Wegman's without throwing one on the counter along with my other purchases. OK, can't seem to leave without four of those decadent eggy treats. Yes, four. When I get home I tuck them away into a safe hiding place.

Then, when the house is all quiet and the kids are napping and H is out of sight, I break one of those delightfully delicious eggs out. I hold it in the palm of my hand, lament how small it is getting (smaller again this year! Damn you Hershey's! The egg used to be a supreme 1.6 ounces. Then 1.4., now 1.2 this year- you are running dangerously close to a bad fondant/chocolate ratio Hershey! Stop messing with my precious!) and then I carefully unwrap my sweet goodness, being careful not to tear the brightly colored foil wrapper. I have a precise way of eating my Cadbury Egg (I hear that is not uncommon among us die-hard fans) and I take my time with it. I savor this once a year treat. It's like Prozac for my soul, I swear.

So while some people think The Egg resembles sickly sweet puss, I deem it wonderful and something I look forward to all year long.

What's your only available once a year treat?