CHOCOLATE EASTER BUNNY FIASCO

This reminds me of my own personal battles with chocolate easter bunnies over the years. I was a vegan at one point in college, until I sat in the back of Brandon something-or-other's old Volvo on the way back to Davidson from Greenville, SC, where I had spent Easter. I biked there from Davidson but that's another story. The mom of the person I was visiting (Ashley something-or-other) kindly packed me an Easter basket, including a chocolate bunny that stared at me from the other side of the back seat. The bunny, of course, was made out of milk chocolate. Vegans aren't supposed to do milk. But that bunny just kept staring at me, taunting me, daring me to eat it. Needless to say, both the bunny and my veganism were casualties of that car ride home.

Ever since I told Anita that story, she's picked the most threatening chocolate easter bunnies she could find for me.

This year she's been content with truffles from Vosges in Chicago, however. . .(not that I'm complaining!)