I’m not a huge celebrant of Easter usually. The whole God and resurrection thing aside, I’m not that into the bunny thing. Chocolate? Well of course I’m into that, BIG TIME!
Perhaps it’s because in years gone by, I’ve always been hungover on Easter day (well long weekends were made for twenty something’s to recover from long partly nights!). Now I’m a thirty something, Easter weekend is a mad dash to cram in a mini break, a spa hotel, even a spot of shopping.
That’s exactly what we did, kind of. We bundled what seemed like everything in our stamp sized apartment into the boot of the car and headed up North for a romantic mini break to the best hotel ever… My mums house! Where, I was able to go to the spa (or at least have a bath) uninterrupted, have a lovely no-voucher-required dinner and generally chillax the heck out!
My mum wanted to make a fuss on Easter day, for Bambina obviously. I didn’t think she would understand about eggs and chocolate at ten months. She had never even tasted chocolate!!
So how on earth did her little eyes light up as soon as she spotted the Cadbury bunny jumping out at her from the purple foil wrapper?? Amazing! Her little jazz hands were going ten to the dozen (egg pun intended). She couldn’t wait to get here mitts on it.
My mum handed it over and whoosh, the purple and gold foil was yanked off in almost one piece! She held the chocolate egg in both her hands, studied it, and then with a loud “Mmmm…” lifted it to her mouth and slowly licked it from top to bottom in one go before letting out a huge cheeky grin.
How did she know to do that?? I had just witnessed my baby daughters first mini break to chocolate heaven.
She carried on licking whilst her little finger nails dug deeper into the egg to make sure it couldn’t escape. Crack! The side caved in to reveal three huge pieces. In one fell swoop all three made their way into her mouth. Her face was covered in it. Her hands were covered in it. I was covered in it.
I don’t give Bambina sweets or crisps or junk and as you may know, I make all of her food myself. Being the Easter party pooper that I am, I wasnt too keen on giving her chocolate. Yet to have watched her in this much enjoyment and excitement was just lovely. Thank you mum for twisting my arm, dare I say it… You’re always right!
And so this Easter I am thankful for my family, for my little home-made mini spa break up north and I’m thankful that chocolate indulgence of this nature is only once a year!!
“Ok Bambina, that’s enough now. Say Bye Bye Easter bunny, Bye Bye Cadbury’s rabbit. Say Ciao Ciao Cioccolato..”.
Until next year..