Come with me, dear Yumsters, on a journey back in time to, oh, I don't know... 1978 maybe? I'm thinking somewhere between first and third grade, and my friend and I are comparing notes about the Easter Bunny.
"Does the Easter Bunny bring baskets for your parents?" she asks.
"No. How about you?"
"No."
And that made us very sad. So we got two of those plastic strawberry baskets and stuffed them with some plastic grass and somehow managed to get ourselves to the pharmacy where we bought some jelly beans and chocolate eggs and such and made baskets for our parents. I think by the time Easter finally came there were a few random jelly beans and one Peep left, but hey, we tried.
All this is to say: Hey Easter Bunny! What's the deal? Now that I'm a mom, I'm supposed to give up all rights to an Easter basket? Why is that? Is it an economic thing? Or is it just that you don't want us adults having too much fun? Because let me tell you, I'd be very happy to wake up on Sunday morning and find a basket with some or all of the following:
- Dark chocolate bunny (Lindt-quality or better)
- Malted milk eggs
- Black jelly beans
- Cadbury mini eggs
- Chocolate-covered marshmallows
- Coconut creme egg
- One of those fancy sugar eggs, just to look at
- Vanilla creme egg
- The latest issue of US Weekly or other trashy magazine so I can read about Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson's breakup
- Spa gift certificate
- Bottle of champagne
1 comment:
Excellent list, Patti. I must add the milk chocolate coconut Love Nests with the tiny jelly beans.
Have had a tough time finding the mini Cadbury eggs this year and I've gone over the top. Finally found them at a local gas station.
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