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magedragonfire1000 Awesome Things is a pretty fun blog, but after skimming through the front page, I came across one I sorta-kinda have to disagree with.
#254: Finding a chocolate egg way after Easter can have the potential to be awesome, sure. If it's a couple months and you haven't had any super hot days, great! That chocolate is still bound to be somewhat edible, and it's always nice to find surprise!chocolate.
However.
Occasionally, you'll come across eggs that you just know aren't going to be kosher.
Case in point: after I moved out of my parent's house and in with Trav, I was going through and putting things of mine away and kind of decorating a little bit with my mass collection of everything. A lot of this collection of everything is composed of candles (my mom and sister love candles, thus I end up with a lot of candles).
One candle, in particular, has a stopper on it and never gets opened, for good reason - one of these. It is huge, and potently smells of blueberries. Seriously, you uncork that thing in the living room for just a moment, and you can smell blueberries all the way at the other end of the apartment in the spare room.
Anyways, when I was living with my parents, this blueberry monstrosity lived on a shelf that was far away from my eye level, and I never, ever bothered to open it because I did not need my room exuding blueberry smell for months at a time. When I packed it away, I just threw it in a box without looking at it.
When I unpacked it and was searching for another convenient out-of-the-way shelf to put it on, so no one would have the urge to open it, I happened to take a closer glance at it.
Glint.
There was an easter egg, gaily wrapped in its colourful foil, trapped between candle and the stopper. The stopper is not one of the standard see-through lids, by the way - it's a statue of a wizard on top of some clouds. Quite opaque. The only way you could see the egg was to look at it dead-on at the right angle.
My father, at some point, had placed this egg in that candle, and I suppose I must have had a cold or something on that particular Easter, because I never noticed that my room smelled terribly of blueberries. He had done this at least two years prior to my finding the egg - there had not been an egg hunt the Easter previous, since he was away on a trip during that weekend, but there had been egg hunts for every year previous since my brother and I were small-lings. Nevermind that I was 23 or 24 at the time of the last one. Of course, the last couple of years had been significantly ramped up in difficulty with devilish hiding spaces - hence, egg in a sealed candle.
So. We have this easter egg, which is at least two years old - and it has been marinating in godawfully strong blueberry candle scent that entire time.
I love chocolate, but there was no way that thing was going anywhere near my mouth.
Finding easter eggs way after Easter - nooooot always awesome.
#254: Finding a chocolate egg way after Easter can have the potential to be awesome, sure. If it's a couple months and you haven't had any super hot days, great! That chocolate is still bound to be somewhat edible, and it's always nice to find surprise!chocolate.
However.
Occasionally, you'll come across eggs that you just know aren't going to be kosher.
Case in point: after I moved out of my parent's house and in with Trav, I was going through and putting things of mine away and kind of decorating a little bit with my mass collection of everything. A lot of this collection of everything is composed of candles (my mom and sister love candles, thus I end up with a lot of candles).
One candle, in particular, has a stopper on it and never gets opened, for good reason - one of these. It is huge, and potently smells of blueberries. Seriously, you uncork that thing in the living room for just a moment, and you can smell blueberries all the way at the other end of the apartment in the spare room.
Anyways, when I was living with my parents, this blueberry monstrosity lived on a shelf that was far away from my eye level, and I never, ever bothered to open it because I did not need my room exuding blueberry smell for months at a time. When I packed it away, I just threw it in a box without looking at it.
When I unpacked it and was searching for another convenient out-of-the-way shelf to put it on, so no one would have the urge to open it, I happened to take a closer glance at it.
Glint.
There was an easter egg, gaily wrapped in its colourful foil, trapped between candle and the stopper. The stopper is not one of the standard see-through lids, by the way - it's a statue of a wizard on top of some clouds. Quite opaque. The only way you could see the egg was to look at it dead-on at the right angle.
My father, at some point, had placed this egg in that candle, and I suppose I must have had a cold or something on that particular Easter, because I never noticed that my room smelled terribly of blueberries. He had done this at least two years prior to my finding the egg - there had not been an egg hunt the Easter previous, since he was away on a trip during that weekend, but there had been egg hunts for every year previous since my brother and I were small-lings. Nevermind that I was 23 or 24 at the time of the last one. Of course, the last couple of years had been significantly ramped up in difficulty with devilish hiding spaces - hence, egg in a sealed candle.
So. We have this easter egg, which is at least two years old - and it has been marinating in godawfully strong blueberry candle scent that entire time.
I love chocolate, but there was no way that thing was going anywhere near my mouth.
Finding easter eggs way after Easter - nooooot always awesome.
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Date: 2011-05-13 08:14 pm (UTC)Oh.
*cringe*
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Date: 2011-05-14 01:01 am (UTC)