My family isn’t religious, so Easter at my childhood home was about candy. . . Oh, and the Easter Bunny, of course, But mainly it was the candy.
My folks would fill our baskets with an obscene amount of goodies.
For me the best thing in my basket was the chocolate rabbit.
The basket would include M&M’s and foil covered chocolate eggs. Unfortunately, there would also be Peeps and Jelly Beans. Peeps and jelly beans are just plain sugar. NO chocolate what-so-ever. In my world candy is good ONLY if it contains chocolate.
On the Chocolate Rabbit there was a small sugar tablet eye. Who would put such an impurity on a thing as lovely as a Chocolate Rabbit? It was a horrible single, yellow & blue staring eye. (For some reason, the whites on our chocolate rabbits eyes where yellow where the white should be.)
I would give all my peeps, jelly beans and rabbit eyes to my little sister. As much as I liked chocolate she liked sugar. Pure old white sugar. If we had Oreos, she would lick the filling out of the center and hand me over the two remaining chocolate cookies. At birthday parties her favorite part of the cake was the frosting flowers. We’re not talking GOOD frosting flowers, but the heavy, way-too-sweet, nasty frosting flowers. After the party if there was any cake left any remaining frosting flowers would mysteriously disappear.
At restaurants she would suck on sugar packets.
The preparation and eating of a chocolate Easter rabbit was important to me. Instead of eating the rabbit right away I would stick it in the refrigerator. I wouldn’t eat it until it was rock hard.
Being hard as a rock, it would take several munching sessions to finish the rabbit. Easter wasn’t officially over until the last of the rock hard rabbit was eaten.
