Last week, when I blogged about eating a Cadbury Creme Egg, I had no idea that the post would elicit a whopping 10+ comments (which is a lot for this fledgling blog). I was even more surprised at the fervent outcry for more pictures of the egg’s gooey, sugary center. Okay, it was really only three comments, but who am I to deny the readers what they want? Like the accommodating blogger that I am, I went to the drugstore and fetched another Cadbury Creme Egg, happy to imperil my daily caloric intake for the sake of my dear readers.
Photos of a second Cadbury Creme egg — insides and all — after the jump.
Oooh! The first glimpses of chocolate appear as I carefully remove the colorful foil that enshrouds it.
This is sort of like Striptease. Except instead of Demi Moore, there’s candy.
Ah, the egg in all its glory.
I eagerly take my first bite, thus exposing the bountiful white core. There’s enough sugar in there to sweeten a week’s worth of Starbucks Coffee.
A closer look, just to make your mouth water (or stomach turn, depending on your world view).
Another bite reveals the “yolk.” Or as I like to call it, “disturbing sugar.”
You asked for it. You got it.
Soon, all that’s left is the memory of chocolatey goodness, as represented by this mournful, abandoned wrapper. Is there a more ephemeral treat than the Cadbury Creme Egg? I think not!
