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I just meant to eat the ears


bunnyNothing beats a chocolate Easter bunny for breakfast on a Sunday. I should never have cracked that bit of foil over the ears because it set off an irreversible chain reaction of gluttony, slobbering and piggery that’s making me feel sick. Before I knew it I was breaking pieces off the head, the shoulders . . . and well, you know, the rest. Easter chocolate is often the worst quality, tasting like a mouth full of brown chemicals melted together with sugary syrup that makes your stomach rebel, your teeth ache and fills your brain with shame. And now I’m off to Easter brunch at a friend’s place where further sinful bounty awaits. Somehow I should feel full but no such luck. My mouth waters just thinking about the French toast strata with pecans and maple syrup, the bacon, the bowls of little pastel-coloured chocolate eggs, the liquor-soaked fruit, the fizzy drinks, the . . . excuse me . . . gotta run! Happy Easter!bunny1

Author: Lynda Davis

As an early Baby Boomer, born in 1947, it seems to me that as we approach our retirement years, Boomers have gone from being the energy driving our nation to slowly becoming invisible. We risk losing our identity as society remains stubbornly youth-centric. And the irony is that Gen Xers and Ys are not the majority; we are. BOOMERBROADcast is my platform for being the voice of Baby Boomers, women in particular. We've generated a lot of changes over the decades but there's still a long way to go. After a 40-year career in the corporate world, I've taken up expressing the observations and concerns of our generation. Instead of pounding the pavement in my bellbottoms with a cardboard sign, I'm pounding my laptop (I learned to type on a manual typewriter and old habits die hard). If you have issues or concerns you would like voiced or have comments on what I've voiced, I'd love to hear from you. We started breaking the rules in the sixties and now that we're in our sixties it's no time to become complacent. Hope you'll stay tuned and if you like BOOMERBROADcast, share it with your friends. Let's rock n' roll! If you would like to be notified whenever I publish a new posting, click on the little blue box in the lower right of your screen that says +Follow→ Lynda Davis

5 thoughts on “I just meant to eat the ears

  1. I was disappointed that only one person hunted for eggs at our brunch…..but he missed one which I found this morning. Have adults forgotten the fun of finding these treasures and the fun of the hunt? I hope that was the only hidden egg missed as there is nothing worse than finding a hidden chocolate egg a year later….ha! ha!

    Gail from Oakville


    • I saw the eggs in the lamp – but OMG, I totally forgot looking outside here!!! If the Easter Bunny left chocolate in our yard, it’s probably gone by now!  Lynda Davis Follow my blog at: Social commentary on life from a Boomer Broad’s perspective e-mail: For further insights into the Boomer perspective on business, fashion, mind and body, order my new book, BOOMERBROADcast. It makes a great hostess, birthday or Christmas gift. Click on this link:  or


  2. I agree that the ears are the best part.
    In Australia now we also have chocolate Easter bilbies. Bilbies are Australian animals slightly similar in size and appearance to rabbits.
    Rabbits are actually a serious agricultural pest here and have a very bad rep. Easter bunnies do persist though.


  3. I would have my chocolate Easter bunny (from Long’s of course), eaten before going to Sunday school. Ah, those good old days!!


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