I love food. I've mentioned in the past - and as I type this, I'm starving - so forgive my need to talk about it more! I've been pretty good about my food choices as of late, but COME ON! Where the heck did THESE things come from?!
I remember the first time I tried these - I was a (self-claimed) Sophomore in college (my credits would indicate that I was probably still in high school). My (self-claimed) Canadian roommate (is that place still around?) Tara asked me to drive her to Walmart so she could pick up a few bags of these babies. She told me that they were Easter's most delicious treat - and that I'd need to grab at least one bag for myself. Just kidding about the Canada jokes. They're just so easy! Love you, Mexico of the North! ANYWAY - the eggs. I bought a bag, had a few, and decided that they were just plain disgusting.
That, however, did not discourage me from buying them every year for the next decade because I was SURE there was something I must have been missing. Everyone loved them and they were constantly selling out at stores. I'd eat a few - then toss them at some point in June when I realized we were not a match.
Fast forward to Easter 2012. I picked up a couple of bags for Easter basket purposes. I opened one, had a bite and once again told Rob that I just "didn't get it!" If that's the case - then why the heck am I counting down to the moment of each day where I allow myself to eat four? I think I might be changing my mind...just a little. Maybe crazy Tara isn't as crazy as I remember. I still have a bag and a half sitting in my cabinet and I'm worried that four a day may turn to five or maybe two pounds worth. Somebody stop me!
BDEM: Sometimes I just need a little bit of love from my littlest redhead. What is it about babies that just make everything better?! And, no. Don't even say it.
Water: 80 oz!