I have two candies I cannot live without during the Easter season. The first just makes me pucker thinking about it. It’s Willy Wonka’s SweeTarts: Chicks, Ducks & Bunnies.

Now I know Nestle’ makes these and I can’t believe Mr. Wonka and his Oompa Loompa’s sold out to them. I mean here’s what they used to have in the bag.

Lovely Green, Pink, Yellow and Purple Chicks, Ducks and Bunnies!
But NOW! Well let’s just say Green and Yellow aren’t in Nestle’s vocabulary. They tossed them aside for Blue in a Tropical Punch flavor. 
I hate tropical punch. I drank Hawaiian Punch as a kid all the time and now it makes me sick. AND The Boy has taken a liking to this particular flavor of HP so it’s in my house.
So what do I do? I eat all the purple and pink Chicks, Ducks and Bunnies and hand the yucky blue ones to The Boy. If I’m patient I’ll take them out of the bag first. I don’t want those blue ones touching my pink and purples. 
My all time favorite candy at Easter is Russell Stovers Marshmallow Eggs. 
I love those and must have them in multiples. Don’t try and fool me with some random generic kind. I can tell. Yummy!
One of the many traditions I love that we do at Easter is Cascarones or confetti eggs. 
They are normally filled with paper confetti. You can fill them with bird seed too but prepare to make people mad if you add glitter or flour. That stays in for a while. I have 13 dozen so far but that’s really not enough for us. We usually go through 20+ dozen eggs for 15-20 of us. The little kids enjoy it a lot and since they can’t reach our heads we have to bend down for them. Although they do like it when someone is tackled and held on the ground (Yes we do that!).
Do you enjoy a “must have” Easter candy? Do you partake in Cascarones or some other tradition?

Darling Husband,

I want to start off by saying I love you dearly and cannot imagine myself with anyone else. I appreciate your “assistance” in the kitchen but can no longer allow you to “help” me.

You are hearby banned from cooking in the kitchen. You are relegated to grill duties only.

You have bacon to blame. You heard me…BACON.

Don’t get me wrong. I like bacon. I love a good BLT on Texas Toast with Miracle Whip, freshly sliced tomatoes and crisp lettuce. But, I don’t like the mess the grease from bacon makes. Also, how you don’t clean up after cooking bacon.

Yes, you use the splatter screen. But that screen is a circle and the pan you cook bacon in is a rectangle. I didn’t know you as a toddler but I’m sure you were smart enough to know a circle will not fit in (or fully cover) a rectangle. Yes, I remind you each time to clean up your bacon grease splatter and each time you don’t do it. Yes, I know you are waiting on the stove to cool down but after 2 days, it’s ready to be cleaned. I know your mother taught you to clean up after yourself. I’ve asked her.

You are banned from cooking in the kitchen. Bacon is now banned from our house. Get your fix somewhere else. Cook it on your grill or go to someone else’s house to cook it. I will know if you cook bacon when I am not home. Don’t get The Boy involved. He is on my side no matter what he tells you.

Also, you are no longer allowed to “stir” the spaghetti sauce, macaroni or whatever else I have cooking. I have just done it and putting your little “stir” flair on it will not help it taste any better. It only annoys me and I think you know this. I read the directions. I know how to cook. Out, Out, OUT!

Will you pick up a pizza on the way home?

Love you!

**Readers, I’d show you a picture of my stove but…YUCKY YUCKY YUCK!**