Happy Good Friday! I'm not sure how the rest of you celebrate Easter weekend, but I can't seem to get through it without snarfing down at least one or two Cadbury Creme eggs. And even though one egg is nearly 172 calories, they are just too yummy to pass up. Hey, cut me some slack, would ya? Easter only rolls around once a year.
But for all of you folks with more discipline, here are some low-cal, sucralose-based dessert recipes sure to indulge your sweet tooth this weekend.
Lemon Pound Cake
Double Layer Carrot Cake
And, of course, don't forget about the perennial Easter fave known as marshmallow peeps. After all, nothing says Easter like peeps jousting. Sidenote: Just Born - the maker of Peeps - now has a Splenda-based addition to their infamous marshmallow treat line. I don't know yet whether sugar-free Peeps can joust as well as their resilient sugary counterparts, but I'm willing to give it a shot. If you're unfamiliar with Peeps wars, check out this video for a few chuckles.
For any of you old-timers out there (aka, those who remember the 80s), check out this retro Cadbury bunny commercial.
And here is another cool clip that's been making the rounds. An entry in Cadbury's "Unleash the Goo" competition, the video features a complex contraption created solely to squish a Creme Egg.
Finally, I thought I would end this blog post with a passage from one of the most hysterical collections of non-fiction I have ever had the privilege to read. Written by David Sedaris, "Me Talk Pretty One Day" highlights the author's life as an expatriate in Paris and a strange childhood spent with a foul-mouthed brother, a sister that wears fat suits and cosmetic bruises, a father that hordes spoiled fruit and a mother who fills Easter baskets with cartons of cigarettes. Forgive me for my excitement. I'm going to see Sedaris in person next week so I've been re-reading all of his books lately. YAY! Anyhoodle, in this particular chapter, the author is in a French class in Paris and tries, along with fellow students from various nations, to explain the concept of Easter, in beginning French, to a baffled Muslim classmate:
The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. "It is," said one, "a party for the little boy of God who call his self Jesus and ..." She faltered and her fellow countryman came to her aid. "He call his self Jesus and then he be die one day on two ... morsels of ... lumber." The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm. "He die one day and then he go above of my head to live with your father." "He weared of himself the long hair and after he die, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples." "He nice, the Jesus." "He make the good things, and on the Easter we be sad because somebody makes him dead today." Part of the problem had to do with vocabulary. Simple nouns such as cross and resurrection were beyond our grasp, let alone such complicated reflexive phrases as "to give of yourself your only begotten son." Faced with the challenge of explaining the cornerstone of Christianity, we did what any self-respecting group of people might do. We talked about food instead. "Easter is a party for to eat of the lamb," the Italian nanny explained. "One too may eat of the chocolate." "And who brings the chocolate?" the teacher asked. I knew the word, so I raised my hand, saying, "The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate." "A rabbit?" The teacher, assuming I'd used the wrong word, positioned her index fingers on top of her head, wriggling them as though they were ears. "You mean one of these? A rabbit rabbit?" "Well, sure," I said. "He come in the night when one sleep on bed. Which a hand he have a basket and foods." The teacher sighed and shook her head. As far as she was concerned, I had just explained everything wrong with my country. "No, no," she said. "Here in France the chocolate is brought by a a big bell that flies in from Rome."
Have a fabulous weekend, folks!