Chocolate Easter Rabbits

I have told myself that this year for Easter I would not succumb to eating any chocolate despite the fact that it is Easter and it is traditional - no, I thought, I would not give in to the rabbit shaped mounds of delicious melted cocoa. 

And I did not, at least for most of the day. I had eaten small portions all day and was quite proud of myself for doing so. I was also surrounded by allegedly delicious Easter bunnies that my father had bought to sell in his shop, and one in particular which he had opened. I did not succumb to that either and I was rather surprised as even my lactose intolerant sister was eating at it like Easter was going to expire and we were not allowed to have any chocolate any other day. 

So I went the first half of the day sticking to the promise made to myself. I had even begun to lose interest in chocolate. I actually started stopping chocolate the day before just to prepare myself for today. And it worked well. I had then headed over to my grandmother's home at about six in the evening, eaten dinner there and received my own chocolate bunny wrapped in attractive purple foil with an enticing 'Cadbury' logo on the neck of rabbit. I accepted the rabbit from my uncle and had sat it next to me. "No," I said, "I will not be tempted." And I was not, at least not until everyone began to gnaw at their chocolate rabbits. 

I felt as though I had nothing to do. I stared at my phone screen and stared at the television and the space between both consisted of my relatives eating chocolate. My cousin who had fasted chocolate for forty days was eating the most, followed by her brother who ate more chocolate than he did in his lifetime in that hour when I started to eat some - and yes, I succumbed. I admit I was not proud of having done so, however I did not want to disappoint the large-eared figure hopping beside me. 

Yes that figure did not exist but come on, who goes through Easter and does not consume some chocolate? There comes no joy like the joy one feels as they take a bite into the ears of a chocolate bunny and watch crumbs fall into its hollow body. There comes no joy like the joy one feels when they then tilt the hollow body upside down pouring those crumbs into one's mouth and devouring them. There comes no joy like the joy one feels when they realise that everyone else is eating their bunny the same way. Whatever one does at Easter one does knowing that there will be an Easter rabbit made of chocolate to consume very soon. 

And for some reason Easter eggs and Easter rabbits taste utterly delicious compared to other chocolates of the same brands. For example a bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk Chocolate tastes nothing like Cadbury Easter Eggs. They are made of the same thing and have completely different tastes. It is quite bizarre. And today's Cadbury Easter Rabbit tasted even different than both the eggs or the bar. Do companies do this to tempt customers to eat more chocolate at Easter? I am betting that there is some addictive ingredient added to Easter chocolate. Maybe it is Chemical X from the Powerpuff Girls. 

Either way I am not happy nor unhappy to have succumbed to chcolate this Easter. It is better than the alternative, boiled eggs, for at least chocolate does not give me horrid flatulence.