Cadbury’s Creme Eggs

I cannot accurately describe the feeling of pleasure that a Cadbury’s Creme Egg can bring.

I tried to, once, in this post on my “real” blog, saying:

The most positive thing I have encountered during the flurry of negative feelings is, without a shadow of doubt, the Cadbury’s Creme Egg. Pessimism is impossible when you’ve just hollowed out the egg and, in the midst of the ensuing sugar rush, placed the chocolate shell in its entirety into your mouth. There are no words. Mainly because it’s difficult to speak with an entire Creme Egg in your mouth.

The shops in the UK sell Creme Eggs most of the year round. They’re meant to be Easter products, you see, so they generally appear in the shops just before Easter (i.e. in December) and disappear again when Easter is over (around August).  There is rarely a Creme Egg shortage. Zed and I practically lived on them for about three months around Easter last year. It is impossible to eat a Creme Egg without saying “Mmmmm” a lot. We used to sit opposite each other and eat our Creme Eggs with dedicated concentration, looking at each other and Mmmmm-ing, which alarmed He Who Brought The Coffee when he happened to walk in on us one day.

There is a lot of controversy about how one should consume a Creme Egg. They made a huge advertising campaign out of this in the 90s, with ads like this one with Matt Lucas. It’s one of those rare occasions when a product’s advertising slogan genuinely is a commonly asked question. “How do you eat yours?” is a perfectly acceptable – and even expected – thing to ask someone as far as Creme Eggs are concerned.

Personally, I feel that it is Just Plain Wrong to eat a Creme Egg all in one go. That would be like drinking your first cappuccino of the day without taking the time to breathe in the rich aroma and lick off a bit of the foam before taking a blissful first sip. No, I am a strong advocate of the Scoop and Lick method – which basically involves biting the top off and carefully eating all the creamy filling. When I was younger, my mum used to give me a tiny little eggspoon to scoop it out; now that I’m all grown up, I use, erm, my little finger.

You scoop it all out, licking it off your finger, and eventually get any remaining bits with your tongue. I never said this was a dignified procedure. Once you’ve cleaned out the chocolate shell, you put the whole thing in your mouth and let it melt for a while before going “Grooooooggggghhhh” (delerious sugar-high-followed-by-chocolate-rush noise; difficult to translate) and finishing it off. That is how I eat mine.

Did I mention that I’m living in Estonia now, and there is no Cadbury’s chocolate to be found anywhere, anywhere, anywhere? Not a Creme Egg in sight. Fortunately Riho was in England the other week, and I was delighted when he returned with a bagful of Cadbury treats for me. Including two Creme Eggs. I did some shrieking and squealing and happy dancing, and then settled down to demolish one of them. He may have regretted his choice of gift, actually – there was a distinct look of horror on his face as he watched me setting about the serious business of Scooping and Licking. It always seemed to be acceptable when I was six.

Anyway. I have been putting off eating the other one because, let’s face it, who knows how long it’ll be before I get to have another? But for now, I’m going to focus on the positives and savour my Creme Egg.

It just makes me happy.



  1. Well, you could always eat them like this:

  2. Hails ya mad thing!!! Keep it going and we’ll start a facebuke fanclub 😉

  3. […] helped at all by a nap at Betsy’s house, but improved significantly by the consumption of a Creme Egg en route to the concert. My poor body. I should really consider doing No. 3 on my 101 Things list […]

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