Losing My Traditions

Over the last few years, I’ve always bought myself an Easter egg from Hotel Chocolat – I really like the thickness of their eggs and so on, but also the fact that each half is individually wrapped. That’s important for me, because (as I’ve said before) I can’t leave a half-pack of something – if I’ve opened it, I’ll finish it.  So with the Hotel Choc egg, it becomes four things – the two individual halves, and the two bags of chocolates inside.

The eggs also keep well – which is a good thing, because it takes me ages to get round to eating the damn thing.  I don’t mind small doses of chocolate, but I have to be in the mood for a larger dose like a half-egg.

Anyway, this year I’ve decided that I’m not going to get an egg at all, which must be the first time in at least a decade.

I had the final half of last years egg about a fortnight ago, and if I’m honest, I didn’t even enjoy it. I wanted to, but it was just blah. And I’ve looked this year, and there’s nothing that makes me want to buy it.  So, I’m not.

It feels a bit odd, really, and a bit sad. But not sad enough to make me change my mind. Maybe next year will be different, I don’t know.