My Take

My Take
The format of a My Take is 150 words – no more, no less – to express an opinion on a different topic each week. This week’s topic was Easter Treats.

By Lawrence Belanger

In the Easters of my childhood, I remember eating the chocolate rabbits of my basket in the most morbid way possible each year. Thoughts like, “Bye-bye ears!” or “Time to rip out this white chocolate eye,” would guide my consumption of the solid and hollow confectionaries (I would get one of each generally). But then I’d get overwhelmed by the smaller eggs and chocolates that dominated the rest of the basket, often leaving them until as late as July.

I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth. Half of the time, I’d be getting a basket full of candy for Easter with half a bag of trick-or-treat candy hanging on the door to the coat closet. Where are the savoury Easter treats? You can eat dyed eggs, but I don’t really associate “hard-boiled” with springtime fun so much as I do with noir-style detective fiction.

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