Eastertide

This house is full of Easter chocolate and candy. There are chocolate rabbits, chocolate eggs with prizes in them, chocolate baskets with candy eggs and chocolate chocolate chocolate....very little of which has a quality rating better than 4/10 on the cocoa scale*. My secret stash includes chocolat from a place in the Distillery District (which is sold through a small fine food outlet in our Town) and some Italian stuff, and a few pieces from a vendor from Montreal who was at the One of a Kind show last weekend.

Candy/chocolate lasts forever here. Halloween candy lasts until Christmas, Christmas until past Valentine's, Valentine's until Easter, Easter until.....

The bulk of the stuff in this house? Full of sugar, wax, and other nasty things, not so much on the cocoa.

And no one is eating it. Sure, when they first got it, they were snarfling it down, but since the weekend, it sits. It congeals. No one pays any attention to it, and after school and after dinner and any other time when it might be appropriate to ask to eat this garbage, they're asking instead for muffins or cookies or something Mumma made, rather than this horrid excuse for confectionery.

And yet, I cannot quite bring myself to throw it out. What of the wailing, the gnashing of teeth, the rending of garments that might ensue? I could get away with tossing it out slowly, perhaps getting rid of the most offending bits first: the garbage that holds little toys and little pieces of little toys, and while at it get rid of the little toys themselves...but would someone notice? Would I be called to task on the Carpet of Doom to face my accusers? They are formidable, after all, and their ability to make me suffer is renowned (at least, renowned in this house).

So the bags sit, untouched. The baskets sit, staring. Today, perhaps, I will gather up my courage and get rid of some of it. Easter Candy should not last until the summer solstice. It shouldn't even last until the end of the month. We should be able to look forward to the herald of spring without the added sticky bulk and the wafting aroma of cheap chocolate. Of course, the herald of spring is taking his sweet time, and there's more snow expected tonight......so maybe we'll just hold onto the Easter Candy for a few more days....

(*totally invented by me.)