I do have my limits.
I'm a big fan of jelly beans. An old Easter candy stand by.
In the past week and half I've purchased two bags of jelly beans: classic jelly bird eggs and the speckled variety.
After spending way too much time taste testing the two varieties, because it's blatantly obvious that I have too much time on my hands, I've determined that I like speckled jelly bird eggs better than their classic counterpart. And why, you must be wondering? Well, the speckled beans are softer; still chewy, but softer at the same time. I found the classic version to be harder and jaw-hurting chewier.
Clearly this was not a scientific experiment.
My love for jelly beans is boundless, but I would be remiss if I did not include the ultimate Easter candy: Cadbury mini eggs.
Yes, I have seven bags of mini eggs in my pantry. I've accrued quite a stash, but I've only eaten one bag so far. I'm rationing them; saving them for dire circumstances.
Now, if only I can get Caroline to forget they're there, I'll be good to go.