The extreme sweetness hits me with the first nibble. How did I ever like these? As the chocolate-peanut butter concoction melts in my mouth, I vow to remember next Easter: I no longer like Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs. I'm too mature, too much of a chocolate snob.
Or, am I?
Somehow, I find that I've gobbled the whole egg down. Somehow, the flavor that remains in my mouth is pleasurable. It reminds me of Halloween when I dressed up as a garbage can, of special treats, of earlier Easters before I'd discovered dark chocolate.
I'm not going to say that Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs compare to a single origin, artisanal dark chocolate. They don't, in the same way that an episode of the Real Housewives doesn't live up to an episode of the Crown. But, sometimes, you've got to go for the simple pleasures like Reese's.