Easter has hit the stores. Now I am forced to look at the Robin Eggs Malted Milk balls. I know they are there. Smiling packages of goodness. Malt is my weakness.
When I was pregnant I recall eating a whole bag. Yes, a whole bag. In the car. Crying to my best girlfriend because my acupuncturist had just told me she thought I was having a boy.
My sister has a love of this candy too. We share that together.
So far I have resisted my urge to purchase a bag. Twice in the last 2 weeks I walked by the Robin Eggs. I wonder how long that will last.