My inner filing system automatically categorises my thoughts
and actions into either ‘probably Buddhist’ or ‘not-so Buddhist’, for reasons I'm
not entirely sure of. For instance, washing up my flatmate’s bowl would be ‘probably
Buddhist’, listening to her utterly perplexing daily habit of nose-blowing-into-the-bathroom-sink
while fantasising about what level I could sink to to drive her to move out: ‘not-so
Buddhist'.
This post is so ‘not-so Buddhist’ that I can almost see the
little Buddha on my desk shaking his tiny head at me. But even the Dalai Lama has admitted
to having the odd sneaky afternoon biscuit and this is my very tenuous justification.
Today I want to write about something that consumes me every
year from February to April. Or, should I say, I consume it. I consume it with such voraciousness, and in quantities large enough, to make any dentist question his purpose on earth.
Easter chocolate. There is something about Easter chocolate
that completely hypnotises me. Is it the bright colours, perhaps the promise of Spring, or just its impossible-to-ignore omnipresence that leaves me with no other choice? The more I question it the more I realise it’s simply my own
gluttony.
Last weekend I was diving into a Crème egg when I had a profound thought. The crème-to-chocolate ratio tasted like the only thing on earth that could be accurately defined as ‘perfect’.
In that moment I felt so alive with ineffable pleasure that I couldn’t accept the fact that anyone could derive the same level of happiness from a Crème Egg that I was. It wasn't humanly possible. But the geniuses behind this godly ratio must have tasted the same thing I was tasting. Their eyes must have almost welled up a little, and they, too, must have seen a darkness descend as the last mouthful regretfully dropped down their throats.
I lost all theory of mind and
felt like the only person in the world who could love a Crème Egg that much. Such levels of joy feel too intense to fathom any other sentient being feeling the same. Insanity by chocolate, in other words. This is when I realised that understanding the effects of Easter chocolate is just
one of those things we have to accept as being beyond our level of intelligence.
But it’s not just Crème Eggs. It’s Mini Eggs, and Malteaster
Bunnies, and all the different but equally inviting sizes and shapes they come
in. Chocolate is just better at this time of year. I’ve tried to tell myself it must be something about the rebirth
of Christ (or whatever it was that happened around Easter time) and I’m just more spiritual than I realise. But
if I’m nose-deep in a bag of Mini Eggs I wouldn’t even be able to
recognise the word ‘God’.
Humans' love of chocolate takes us back to basics. Forget everything we've learnt in our lives and how far we've progressed since childhood. Easter chocolate calls out to our primitive instincts, and I respond on the simplest level - I get it and eat it. It serves as a humble reminder of our short journey from monkeys. Except I'm almost certain I can open a Crème Egg faster than they open a banana.
Humans' love of chocolate takes us back to basics. Forget everything we've learnt in our lives and how far we've progressed since childhood. Easter chocolate calls out to our primitive instincts, and I respond on the simplest level - I get it and eat it. It serves as a humble reminder of our short journey from monkeys. Except I'm almost certain I can open a Crème Egg faster than they open a banana.
It's true, I don't know what it is about Easter chocolate that makes it tastier than regular chocolate. But it is. I could just wolf down a gigantic, generic chocolate bunny in one sitting. Give me any other chocolate, and I'll be sick of it after a few pieces.
ReplyDeleteThat Jesus guy really knew what he was doing when he made chocolate Easter bunnies. Amen.
Haha! He really did. 'The original chocolatier', I think they call him in the bible!
DeleteMealtEASTER bunnies are made by the hand of god himself. Creme eggs are also up there, but don't get me started on how utterly awful those creme egg twisted bars are, they're an insult to chocolate x
ReplyDeleteThey're not in a novelty Easter shape. They're not a cute animal or egg shape... I don't understand what their purpose is!
DeleteThose Malteaster bunnies...those flipping bunnies, man. I can't get enough, I stockpile them in spring so I can feast through the rest of the year.
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