Saturday morning, I sent my husband and kids out to pick up some burritos at our favorite Mexican restaurant while I stayed at home and puttered around doing some chores. They were going to bring me home some tacos, and my husband noticed we needed milk and bread, so he volunteered to grab that too, while he was out.
When he goes to the store, he usually comes back with a random assortment of extras in addition to the stuff we needed. Shin Ramen was on sale, you know, or it was buy-one-get-one-free on baked beans. This explains why I have enough refried beans to last for the next year.
This time, though, I think he outdid himself, when he walked through the door clutching a case of Cadbury Creme Eggs in his hand. A case. 48 Creme Eggs.
When I asked for an explanation, it appears that they were buy-two-get-one-free, and the packages that were part of that deal were sold out. He talked to a manager, I guess, and somehow that resulted in a screaming deal of some sort on an entire case? Details are a little hazy.
While I was trying to puzzle out why a trip for bread and milk went so astray, my oldest was piling the Creme Eggs, now free from their cardboard, into a giant mixing bowl. I noticed her with her phone over the bowl and asked if she was taking a photo.
“I’ve just snap-chatted my friends and told them I’m going to eat all of these eggs in one sitting.” Already her phone was pinging with return snap-chats from her friends, making horrified faces. She calmly held one up, snapped another selfie with the egg right by her mouth and captioned it “48.”
As we were giggling about this, my husband said “What, are you reenacting Cool Hand Luke?” We both looked at him blankly. Apparently, there’s a famous scene in this classic Paul Newman film where he eats 50 hardboiled eggs on a bet. Super funny, but alas, another instance where the only people who think that reference is awesome are over 40. The joke would be lost on her friends.
Also, 48 Cadbury Creme Eggs = guaranteed puke, followed by sugar coma. Just saying.