I considered myself quite the connoisseur. I was never a fan of the Cadbury Creme Egg. I know. Radical. Partly because it seemed several degrees sweeter than liquidised candy floss but mainly because the yellow ‘yolk’ didn’t appear to me to taste any different to the white bit, which I thought was a swizz.
I preferred Mackintosh’s Toffee Filled Eggs in a box of eight, each containing the most tongue-tantalising caramel ever invented.
I loved the Easters of yesteryear, mainly because they didn’t start with the appearance of hot cross buns around January 2nd.
In those days, the baked treats were simply fruited, spiced and glossy. Now, there’s something of a bunfight going down, with stores trying to outdo each other with outlandish additions.
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