It’s always dangerous for me to go to drug stores because I usually emerge with some impulsively purchased piece of candy. Yesterday, I found myself staring down a box of Cadbury Creme Eggs, and I had to ask myself: is January too early to partake in an Easter confection? And am I a bad Jew? I decided the answer to both was a resounding no. As is the case every year, I couldn’t deny myself the delicious, chocolatey, enamel-threatening treat. So I bought one and ate it, but not before snapping a few pics in honor of this candy’s triumphant seasonal return.
This is what happens when I get sick, people. I blog about minutae. I mean, really? Am I really about to post about a Cadbury Creme Egg? Even though there’s no hook or story to go with it? Really? Really? Eh, it’s Friday. No one’s reading anyway.



I hope you weren’t expecting more because that’s all I got.
In conclusion: Cadbury Creme Eggs are great. But kind of awful too. Why, they’re awfully great! [step away from the keyboard, B-Side. Step away…]