Every year I look forward to Easter. You’re probably thinking it’s because of some spiritual reason, like the tomb is empty or something, but no. My reason is shallow and will probably send me to hell.
It’s this bad boy. A Cadbury Egg. Just the sight of it invokes all sorts of sinful thoughts. It has a shape perfect for holding, a creamy center filling, and, when devoured, leaves me with a feeling of complete and utter satisfaction.
And so, here sits my heavenly egg atop a fluffy pedestal and when the sun sets, bringing the cover of darkness, I will take my egg, carefully peel away its shiny exterior, and sink my teeth into its warm, gooey goodness.