Posted by I know I’m a bit random at times – so today’s post shouldn’t surprise you too much. But even by my standards – this may be a very random post.
You see, the OddFather loves Mini Eggs.
I don’t know when it started. Who it was that introduced me to Mini Eggs. When I became addicted to them. It’s just something I’ve happened to love my entire living memory.
”But OddFather, don’t you prefer kebabs?” I hear you ask. I do love kebabs. But how better to wash down a kebab than with a bag of Mini Eggs. They have to be Cadburys, mind. The OddFather loves Cadbury’s Mini Eggs. None of that knock off shit you find in huge containers at the bowling alley.
I remember when I was a uni student. My mates at the time decided to chip in to buy me £30 worth of Mini Eggs. Except they got it wrong and thought it was Creme Eggs that I had an obsession with. As ok as Creme Eggs are – they weren’t Mini Eggs. Maybe that was the beginning of when the cracks started to form in those friendships. Unappreciative? Of course. THE ODDFATHER LOVES MINI EGGS. Not Creme Eggs.
Many a debate has been had in the past about when Mini Eggs are sold. The answer is – from New Year til Easter. Not all year round. I should know – the OddFather loves Mini Eggs. Don’t believe me? Find me a packet in August and I shall pay you handsomely for it.
How do I eat my Mini Eggs? Simple. I put two in my mouth and suck until the sugar coat softens and the chocolate melts in my mouth. Not one, not three – two. I know what you’re thinking. Get that filth out your head. But do you know what? I don’t care what you think – because the OddFather loves Mini Eggs.
And don’t ask me to share my Mini Eggs. Mrs OddFather knows this one – yet still asks for one. The OddChildren will learn in time too. The OddFather doesn’t share Mini Eggs. And to protect the tasty treats, I usually have to hide a stash in my bedside drawer so I can munch whilst Mrs OddFather is in the shower and the OddDaughter is asleep. The things I do for love. The OddFather loves Mini Eggs.
It doesn’t help that the packets have gotten smaller. That’s the one complaint I have. A few years ago I was able to pick up a 100g pack with an extra 20%, making it 120g, for one whole pound. Now, I’m having to pay £1.50 at times for a poxy 80g bag of Mini Eggs. The lost 20% of Mini Eggs are the ones I would possibly have shared. Ah, who am I kidding – I’d have eaten them too. Why? Because the OddFather loves Mini Eggs.
Consider this my “I am the Walrus” post. Written as I eat a bag of… you’ve guessed it… Mini Eggs.
…Because the OddFather loves Mini Eggs.
Happy Easter!
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