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A couple weeks ago I woke up dreaming about Easter candy.
You know you spend too much time in the kitchen when you dream about food.
To be perfectly honest, I've never been huge for candy. Jelly beans? Meh (except the black ones). Hard candy? No thanks (except root beer barrels). Licorice? Sorry, no (except real black licorice). Gummy candy? I'll pass (except for sour patch kids...and those sour gummy worms).
Hmn. Maybe I like candy more than I thought.
But chocolate? No question. I LOVE CHOCOLATE. And for that reason, I loved Easter.
My childhood Easter baskets certainly contained Cadbury eggs and jelly beans, but the real stars of the basket came from a little chocolate shop in my hometown of Oshkosh, Wisconsin called Hughes Home Maid Chocolates. Every year their handmade milk coconut nests, chocolate pudding eggs, and chocolate rabbits graced our beautifully decorated baskets. My brother and I were very lucky children, and we each received multiple baskets every year that the Easter Bunny hid all over the house and garage. Our bunny was a very sneaky bunny, and we often had to ask for hints.