Anyone else love these delectable little Easter confections?
They show up in stores a few weeks after Valentine's Day, tempting me with their milk chocolate, gooey fondant, and bright foil wrapper every time I enter a store.
I'm infamous for my love of Cadbury cream eggs (not to mention their awesome old-as-I-am clucking animals commercial).
On Sunday, my love for Cadbury cream eggs finally came back and bit me in the... coat.
Sunday I did some laundry. I washed my coat, dried it, transferred my next batch of clothes - permanent press - to the dryer. When those clothes were dry, I spread them out on my bed, hanging and folding. As I got to the bottom of the pile, I noticed a dried up, quarter-sized chocolate ball in bluish gold foil.
I called for Bear and turned it over in my hand, inspecting the odd little form.
"What could this be?" I breathed.
Bear shrugged. "Looks like chocolate. Did it get on any of your clothes?"
I shook my head. I hadn't seen any chocolate marks on my clothing. In fact, the chocolate seemed to be intact. What was missing was the... fondant.
But I didn't see any of that on my clothing either. I went about my day. A few hours later, I opened the closet to hang a hoodie. That's when my coat caught my eye (and I'm so wishing at this point that I'd taken pictures of it all).
There were streaks of white ALL. OVER. MY. BEST. WINTER. COAT.
I frantically Googled 'how to get fondant out of clothing,' but all I got were Cake Boss-esque tutorials on how to create clothing out of fondant.
Create clothing out of fondant?! I thought. I want to get the fondant out of my clothing!
And this, my friends, is what led to my very own Failbook-worthy* status:
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I really don't know how this could've happened, mostly because it's unlike me to forget about a Cadbury cream egg. I gobble them up for the 2 months they're on the shelves, stockpiling them as Easter nears.
And coming from the girl who accidentally allowed Olive Garden mints to melt in her good purse and accidentally left a pen in a jean pocket, which then burst in the dryer, covering nearly every pair of jeans Bear and I owned in red ink (most of it came out with a good dose [okay, a whole bottle] of Shout!), you'd think I'd know better.
Alas, this was not the case.
But you can bet I won't be putting chocolate in my pocket again anytime soon.
Now I gotta go check on my coat...
