How I Know It's Easter

Well - I'm sure you all will be expecting a profoundly spiritual answer - and those I can come up with at a moment's notice. But would they be truly honest? Because I know you expect only honesty and integrity in my answers to questions, I am going to tell you something a lot of people, even close to me, do not even know...

How Do I Know It's Easter? Well, it could be because most of my flower pots are full and blooming...because they are.

But that's not how I know it's Easter.



Of course it could be the azaleas are blooming and vibrant all over the yard... because they are.

But that's not how I know it's Easter, either.


How, then, do I know??!! BRACH's Malted Milk Eggs.

I must confess.

Other than calling from Denver, CO to Tampa, FL looking for a Princess Di Beanie Baby for my daughter many years ago, THIS is the only item I have ever searched for by calling the manufacturer's home office. They could not be found anywhere near my quaint hometown. Guess where the nearest distributor of this fine confection was???? BATON ROUGE. Can you believe? In my pitiful sounding voice I asked if there was anyway I could just order straight from them - I was even willing to buy cases if that's what it took (am I not sounding like a moron at this point?!). They told me no, but that I could ask my local retailer, or start a petition since I sounded so passionate about them, and maybe they would begin to "stock the Brach" eggs.

SO, I did find another friend that knew the superiority of the Brach's eggs over all others and we both agreed to call Wal-Mart & ask them to please consider carrying them in the future.

Not that my phone call had anything to do with it, but last year was the first year we could find these wonderful malted eggs in our hometown - I bought 6 bags. The cashier asked me if I was having a party. SO this year I went early to get the first bags off the shelf.....THEY WERE ALL GONE!! YES! ALL OF THE CASES WERE TOTALLY EMPTY. I searched behind the other crummy kind to see if anyone was hiding them like I might have done, but I could not find any.

I shared this sad story with Meg, Stacy, Coreen and Sandy -

Then today! - a little package arrived in the mail from my dear friend Stacy Colvin - who remembered this testimony of disappointment. She thought of me when she saw some in her store! I have never had the "pastel" ones, so I was so excited to try these and they are wonderful indeed - a fluffy crunch everytime.

Yes, my tongue is raw already and has a slight yellow tint from all of the dye that I have now eaten. But having to sit here with my tongue hanging out of my mouth because it is so chapped and chocolate malt all up in my teeth is still worth every single one of those little candies that I have popped in my mouth in the last 15 minutes.

Yep, - that is how I know it's Easter!