My Creme Egg Dismay
Didn’t the yolks in Cadbury’s Creme Eggs used to be bigger and yellower? I just had one and it barely had a yolk at all. I feel robbed. And the whole thing was tiny! Titchy even! And it didn’t have that Creme Egg taste I remember as a wee girl.
I blame mass-production practices and factory-farming at Cadbury for the pale yolks and miserable sizes of today’s creme eggs. Sad hens give sad eggs. Creme eggs should be laid by happy chickens free to scratch and peck.
March 29th, 2008 at 12:23 pm
As Friday afternoon is possibly the worst time to post a post, I have decided to comment myself.
here is a helpful Creme Egg for those who don’t know what I’m on about.
I did consider writing chockens, by the way, but I couldn’t quite make myself do it. It’s a good thing I’m not drinking.
March 29th, 2008 at 1:12 pm
I’m not one for treats besides an occasional chocolate; I hated/hate/will hate creme eggs. No, I loathe them with a passion all consuming. You may have your trendy, sort of California Coast eggs, dear. I shall remain true to your basic chicken egg, sunny-side up, runny yoke on toast, thank you.
I hope this doesn’t change things between us.
Cheers.
March 29th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
The problem with those eggs is that they haven’t been properly laid. Just like Geena Davis in Thelma and Louise. Maybe Brad Pitt should warm them in his underpants first.
March 29th, 2008 at 3:49 pm
Rand, but our trendy Californian eggs have got glitter on! And fabulous sunglasses! They may lack yolk but they sure are purdy. And the are chocolate, besides!
Nanas, that reminds me of a rooster joke I heard lately: One day a farmer decided to buy a new rooster. He brought it home and put it with the hens and old rooster and told them to not fight. So, after the farmer leaves the young rooster taunts the older rooster. Sick and tired of the bold little rooster talking trash the older rooster says that he will race him for all the hens. Finally, after laughing the young rooster agrees to race him around the chicken coop. The young rooster sayed he would even give the elderly chump a half lap lead. So, they finally start the five lap race. The first lap the old rooster was way ahead. The second lap the young rooster was catching up. The third lap the older rooster’s lead was very close. The fourth lap the young rooster was only a hens length from the older rooster who was squawking like a maniac. Hearing a bunch of noise on the last lap the farmer comes out and shoots the young rooster shouting, Damn that was the third gay rooster this week!
March 29th, 2008 at 11:24 pm
I would have went with chockens.
March 30th, 2008 at 2:10 am
The last one I had was somehow gritty, you know that castor sugar feel. Not a bit like the ones I had as a child, where the center would ooze into the mouth. And the only fly was that you might loose some of it on the ground.
These little tiddlers are more likely to choke than delight. But I do remember the girls hatching on the things for hours, something I could’t understand then anymore than I can get window shopping now. Why grig yourself to that extent.
March 30th, 2008 at 2:35 am
Sadly, Sam, it’s not that they’ve gotten smaller: It’s that you’ve gotten bigger.
And at least your yolk experience isn’t as bad as the time I cracked open a boiled egg straight off my gran’s farm one morning to find an eye looking back at me.
Actually, it wasn’t looking. That would probly have been even worse.
March 30th, 2008 at 3:27 am
I want to start a campaign for double yolkers. What do you reckon?!
March 30th, 2008 at 5:29 am
Perhaps Santa Paula boycotted your egg… stalker technology is getting mighty clever these days.
Ever tried melting a CC egg into a fistful of cornflakes? De-bleedin’-vine, so it is.
March 30th, 2008 at 6:42 am
You haven’t grown up that much. It is smaller.
March 30th, 2008 at 7:23 am
Mmm I find them a tad sweet for my tastes, you can feel your teeth decaying before you even swallow. A bit like eating macaroons or tablet, nay wonder we Scots have lousy teeth, but thank heaven for the invention of reality tv, extreme makeovers and blindingly white veneers – that match our milk bottle white road map skin, prior to us calling in at the tanning saloon!
March 30th, 2008 at 3:19 pm
I also read that someone’s sister had been buying one every year and keeping them in the freezer for size comparison – and they haven’t got smaller at all!
The mini ones are good.
My daughter had her first experience of sickening herself with sugar on one this Easter. No doubt the first of many.
Free the battery chockens, I agree.
March 30th, 2008 at 4:43 pm
i’ve had the same sad realization. a coworker and i practically ran to the store the monday after easter to buy ourselves our annual egg…only to have nothing to choose from but “minis”. not the same. not the same at all.
March 31st, 2008 at 3:12 am
Stick it on a toothpick and dip it in your coffee.
mmMMMmm
March 31st, 2008 at 5:02 am
Certainly all of that ilk are getting smaller. Alas we aren’t:(
March 31st, 2008 at 5:07 am
GB and Sam I love the jokes. And I want brownie points for not spelling yolks.
March 31st, 2008 at 7:53 am
Every time I have a cream egg I’m disappointed, so I’ve given up, finally. I now only eat posh chocolate which has the added advantage of being so expensive I can’t afford to eat much of it.
March 31st, 2008 at 12:43 pm
My old granny used to raise the hens from day-old chocs she bought in the market. As I recall, they were fed on chocolate crumbs.
March 31st, 2008 at 2:08 pm
i only eat the cadbury mini chocolate eggs…thankfully, they’re only available for a short period of time! *sigh* (note to self: buy extras next year)
March 31st, 2008 at 2:35 pm
I’m with Eryl. I used to eat all sorts of rubbish sweets, but now can only afford the posh stuff (in terms of calories). I hoard the really good stuff where my kids can’t find it and eat it very slowly. They got oodles of Cadbury’s cream eggs this Easter and it was all I could do not to gag, watching them devour egg after egg. I wonder if they’ll think the quality’s gone down a few decades from now? I’m betting they won’t notice…
March 31st, 2008 at 2:36 pm
I’m with Eryl. I used to eat all sorts of rubbish sweets, but now can only afford the posh stuff (in terms of calories). I hoard the really good stuff where my kids can’t find it and eat it very slowly. They got oodles of Cadbury’s creme eggs this Easter and it was all I could do not to gag, watching them devour egg after egg. I wonder if they’ll think the quality’s gone down a few decades from now? I’m betting they won’t notice…
March 31st, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Eek, I tried to change the spelling of ‘cream’ to ‘creme’ and double posted! Take it away for me, Sam, take it away!
April 1st, 2008 at 2:09 am
Jesus, you’re right, and not gooey neither. Fie!
April 1st, 2008 at 2:58 am
They just aren’t the same and it’s not fair… NOT FAIR… I tell you.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
cadburys
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
April 1st, 2008 at 9:57 am
Got to say, I’m rather partial to the mini eggs, they go all melty-nice with a good slurp of tea… But you’re right, the originals just aren’t the same any more
April 1st, 2008 at 10:10 am
The consensus is clear. Cadbury’s, you need to tighten your game. We don’t care if the ingredient that made Creme Eggs yummy was some E number now banned by the EU because it causes liver lesions, deathly pallor and an erratic voting record. In fact, if you have any of that stuff still lying around, I’ll take a metric ton of it to sprinkle on the 3 left in my Creme Egg 4-pack.
April 1st, 2008 at 4:16 pm
highland toffee bars have shrunk too……and wham bars………the bastards
April 2nd, 2008 at 2:40 am
Hey Primal, that’s what we have in New Zealand – chockens.
April 2nd, 2008 at 3:35 am
Oh dear, I feels so old.
Once upon a time, and a better time it was, Cadbury Creme Eggs came in two halves with a soft fondant filling in each half. The filling was coloured yellow where the yolk would be. Then they changed them to a single, goo-filled oval and Easter were never the same again. Sniff. Etc.
April 2nd, 2008 at 12:02 pm
Manuel. Wham! bars…dribble.
LK, blimey. One language separated by a common vowel. What do you call your bullocks?
Conan, welcome back sir. I remember when Polos were 8p.
April 3rd, 2008 at 4:19 pm
Oh and TESCO’S have them on offer for 10p each…..I’d send you some but…….well they never make it to the post office
April 21st, 2008 at 4:32 am
I had to buy one this year just to remember the taste. It had probably been twenty years. Pretty good, but a little small. Thanks for your important consumer advice (and the joke).