The massive chocolate binge that is
Easter has come & gone... & it pretty much went same way as
it did in the UK. Good Friday consisted of a mad dash to find Easter
Eggs before they were all snapped up. Once again Waterstones in Amsterdam was my saviour...
especially after one of the girls at my last cocktail night mentioned
Cadbury Creme Eggs. Agh! How could I have gotten this close to Easter
without thinking about their sickly sweet gooey-ness? Luckily the
book-store did not disappoint & I left happy with a bag of mini
Creme Eggs a bag of Mini Eggs (how could I forget about them to?) &
an Aero Egg for my boyfriend.
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| Easter survival pack |
Friday & Saturday saw the rapid demise of
all the mini & creme eggs but they were replaced on Easter Sunday by the
combination of a chocolate bunny & a chocolate egg from my
boyfriend. I was quite please with myself actually, as I only
devoured the bunny on Sunday. And the egg itself lasted a further two
days.
Apparently chocolate bunnies are the
more “in thing” in the Netherlands. I'm not sure if that's down
to the prevalence of Miffy (aka Nijntje) or if there's a more Pagan
reason to it. After all, The festival of Easter, the image of
resurrection & rebirth & all it's accompanying symbols are
based on the old Pagan spring festivities & the Netherlands was a
typically pagan place. Even more so in the northern lands.
Anyway... The Easter weekend was
rounded off in true Bank Holiday style, i.e. continuous, pouring
rain! It's always nice to experience familiar things in an unfamiliar
land.
Oh... & I made up a poem for Easter
Sunday based on my experience.
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First the ears.
Then the head.
Now chocolate bunny,
You are dead.
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