I’ve never been super stoked about Easter even though my mom really went all out.
I’ve finally figured out that it’s the candy that turns me off. Oh. And also the whole dead people coming back to life thing. Resurrection, they call it. That’s kind of a turn off too. But honestly, if I have to choose between black jelly beans and welcoming back dead folks I’d go with dead folks every time.
Easter candy is just so gross.
A solid chocolate bunny? What’re you supposed to do with that? Gnaw on it occasionally and then sock it away in your underwear drawer where you forget about it until July when it suddenly looks like you messed your pants and tried to hide the evidence?
And what’s up with the Easter/marshmallow connection? How has that become the official Easter candy item? Is it a bunny/chick thing? Or is there a resurrection connection I’m missing?
Maybe you disagree. Maybe you like a basket full of candy that looks like the stale stuff sitting in a dish next to the glass grapes on your grandma’s coffee table? The candy she tried to foist on the mailman and unsuspecting girl scouts just trying to sell a few thin mints. Maybe that’s your thing?
Either way, check it out. The worst Easter candy. Don’t give any of these to your loved ones. Unless you’re mad at them, I mean. And then, by all means!
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