Just last week Alison came home with the "holy grail" of treats. The "michael jordan" of chocolaty goodness. Yes, even that "super bowl" of seasonal splendor that graces our grocer's shelves but for a moment before it leaves us behind with nothing but sticky colored foil in our pockets, and a greater resolve to finish that time machine we have been working on to suspend the creamy bliss. The aficionados know by now that I am talking about....Cadbury Eggs (cue the singing naked angel babies). Below is the commercial that started my six year old self down the path of addiction, and forever confused me about where baby rabbits come from. Enjoy!
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Remember the cadbury egg commercial where other animals were "trying out" to be the cadbury easter bunny? I loved that commercial, but not as much as I love cadbury eggs (and the mini eggs too)!
I too started down that path of addiction at a very early age. It was that same path that I hold directly responsible for not only my cadbury egg addiction, but also for my Peep addiction.
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