If I never see one of these nasty easter candy eggs again, I will be a happy man.
If you’re a child of the 70’s or 80’s you probably remember these. A slightly hardened nasty candy shell encasing even nastier faux marshmallow inside. Have I mentioned how nasty they are yet? Honestly, a person could only eat one of these without your blood sugar spiking to dangerous levels.
Once as a contest on our church bus, we had a competition to see who could eat the most of these within a three minute time period. The winner, who quit long before three minutes passed, ate only six eggs. He vowed to never eat one again. Bummer, ’cause the prize was a pound of them.
That’s the problem with excess. Too much of anything doesn’t work. That doesn’t stop us, mind you. We still overindulge given the opportunity, but we always pay for it.
We have been blessed to see the twenty-four inches of snow melt off in the past week. Today it is raining steadily. There is a lot of water on the ground, too much water. We are hoping to see it dry up by the first snowfall in November. Too much of anything doesn’t work.
Except pizza.
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