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Peeps, Eggs, and Jellybeans

No holiday is ever complete without the appropriate candy.  Candy canes for Christmas and candy corn for Halloween--you know how it goes. Easter is no different and there is a magnificent sugary buffet to choose from. Jellybeans are iconic. Pink, red, yellow, white, green, and black. Now I've never really cared for the black ones, plus they turn your tongue black. They're the last ones in the dish at our house. I'm really not into the gourmet "beans"  and off brands are not really up to the quality either.  Just give me a bag of Brach's with the traditional flavors.

Peeps have come a long way since I was a kid.  Once those little fluffy marshmallow were in basic yellow, but now they're in a rainbow of colors. You can also get them in other shapes such as rabbits. Peeps have been crafty over the years, expanding their wares to fit into other holidays as well. Ah, American ingenuity. A Peep for every holiday.

Then we have the decadent Cadbury egg. Chocolate outside and full of absolutely the sweetest "white" and "yolk" on the planet.  I don't think I've ever eaten one without feeling a little sick afterward. I've pretty much sworn off those 10,000 calorie treats now that I'm firmly headed to my dotage. They really can't be good for me.

The eggs I do love at Easter time are the Reese's peanut butter eggs. They're about the right size--not too big and not too small. They are the perfect combination in my book. Yes, I know they're just a Reese's peanut butter cup in another shape, but you can only get them once a year, so they're special. The malted eggs are also a fine treat, as are M & M's chocolate eggs. They're both small and go down quite easily.  Why, you can polish off a bag in no time.

So, dear readers I encourage you to leave a comment about your favorite Easter candy. It'll be interesting to see what gets the highest rating.  And now, I wait for my husband to deliver the Peeps.


Comments

I love peanut butter cup eggs and Cadbury eggs. Peeps? Yuck. Marshmallow of any kind is... ick!

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