So I watched Jurassic Park again last night; I just love that movie. I don’t know what it is about the film (other than perhaps Jeff Goldblum’s presence) that just makes me smile and feel happy. And no, it’s not the people getting eaten by errant dinosaurs. Well, okay, some of that is pretty funny, too . . . remember the lawyer getting eaten by the T-rex while he’s sitting on that toilet? Teehee. I like the whole idea of the film, too, not that I know the (or any) science to be able to gauge plausibility, etc., but then, maybe that’s why I can enjoy it; I’m not picking it apart and thinking “this could never happen.” I experience a complete suspension of disbelief and just settle in and enjoy.
But what’s a film without something to nibble on, right? And what’s this time of year without Cadbury creme eggs? Omg, can I just say that I love these things?! If someone said, you must now choose which you are willing to live the rest of your life without, Cadbury eggs or . . . sex, I’d be swearing off the sex. If someone forced me to choose between Cadbury eggs and . . . coffee, it’s good bye java joyride . Okay, not really. I’ll take the sex and coffee, please. These days it’s just coffee. And Cadbury eggs. And we all know that two out of three ain’t bad! In fact, it’s looking pretty darned good from where I’m sitting.
The thing I’ve noticed about Cadbury creme eggs is that everyone seems to have their own egg-citing style of eating them, rather like with oreo cookies. Some people just chomp into it and in three bites it’s done; others, like me, take their time. And even among the time takers, there are distinct variations. Personally, I like to bite the top off (I do this with Easter bunnies, too, btw, just lop their ears and heads right off . . . but not in an irreverent way); anyway, once the top’s bitten off, I savor the fabulous yummyness that is Cadbury milk chocolate. There are “better” and certainly more expensive chocolates out there, but I’ve got a pretty pedestrian palate and am happy happy happy with Cadbury’s stuff.
So once that’s done, I start poking around inside the egg with my tongue to get out all that white and yellow center, which, frankly, is just a bit too realistic looking for me, so I usually don’t look inside until I get close to finishing the center part.
And only then to know where to stick my finger so that I can scoop out the last bits. Yum. Then it’s just slowly eating the outside chocolate bit by bit, letting it sort of melt and dissolve on my tongue until it’s all gone. I usually end up with sticky chocolatey residue all over, but hey, so what? It’s for a good cause.
I was wondering what that center part is made of, but couldn’t understand the UK version of the nutrition box, so I decided that I just didn’t care. At the end of the day it’s a sweet and fabulous concoction of confectionery goodness made perhaps by some god seated upon a chocolate throne, wrapped in purple tinfoil, and waving about his scepter thingy while sparks of candy sweetness fly about and rain upon his worshipers. Hey, it could happen. (No idea why I made my Cadbury god is man, though, what’s up with that?)
Cadbury creme eggs are the best, the original ones, I mean. I tried the chocolate ones, the caramel ones, the various American wannabe versions, but when it comes right down to the best candy egg of all? It’s got to be Cadbury creme eggs. I think it’s rather cruel and torturous that they sell them only at this time of year, though, who’s in charge of their marketing? Can that be right? I guess in a way it makes sense, maybe I wouldn’t want them so much if I could have them any time I like. I guess that’s possible. I certainly wouldn’t have as many in as short a time as I do now, but I suspect that I’d spend more money on them if I could get them year ’round. But as is so often the case, no one called to ask me what I thought. Damn them.
See what happens when I start singing the praises of something I love and then end by waxing capitalistic? I ran out of steam and the whole serious blog I’d meant to write got lost. Oh well, I had intended to write about cloning and its geo-ethical ramifications, something I often think about when watching or shortly after watching Jurassic Park, so if you have anything to say about that, by all means. That’s the blog post that wasn’t. Otherwise, how do you eat your Cadbury creme egg? Or your oreo, for that matter?
hehe, the ever thoughtful and funny Heyman just sent me this fab Cadbury egg commercial (advert) vid, which I think was only shown here in the States, as it talks about the Easter deadline for the sale of these nummy treats:
P. S. Azad, if you watch it, you’ll see what a Cadbury egg is better than in the pics I’ve posted.