Yesterday afternoon a box arrived from Hotel Chocolat containing a cellophane wrapped Easter Eggstravaganza Crate with 17 gold eggs and one large silver egg. It looked fantastic – my expectations rose to meteoric heights. What’s the saying ‘all fur coat and no knickers’? Would it taste as good as it looked?
By the evening the crate of eggs had been sitting on the table and Tom asked casually ‘are we going to open it then?’ Part of me wanted to and part of me didn’t want to be disappointed. I agreed that we could at least eat one of the golden hollow eggs, because they were bound to be disappointing. I unwrapped their gold foil covering and bit into the chocolate, the taste was lovely, chocolatey and smooth. Maybe we should have one more. After three more each I put them away in the drawer. I wanted to savour the pure luxury of this eggstravaganza.
This morning before breakfast I opened the silver egg. I couldn’t wait. I wanted to know if the silver egg would live up to its mini versions. Inside were wrapped in white tissue 12 little eggs, never mind the breakfast cereal I couldn’t help myself I picked up and bit into the little egg and enthusiastically egged Tom on to try one too – we munched in silence both finishing at the same time and both waiting for the other one to suggest maybe one more. The second one didn’t disappoint, the outer shell of the egg was thick but not so much that you risked chipping a tooth. The filling inside was rich praline which had all my endorphins on hyper alert. For our own safety I quickly put the crate back in the drawer – thinking that lunch time was really the earliest it could surface again.
These Easter Eggstravaganza crates cost £40 and I would say that they are worth every single penny. For me the 17 hollow gold eggs are great for sharing, but the mini eggs with their caramel, praline and vanilla fillings can be a purely selfish indulgent luxury . I shall be saving the outer shell for an afternoon in front of the telly.
The silver egg has to be the second best Easter egg I have ever received – the best egg was hand made by my husband when he was at University. He secretly obtained an egg mould and managed to put inside a small box containing a pair of earrings, then he carefully covered it in silver foil. This of the man who couldn’t even boil an egg, let alone make a chocolate one – that egg was priceless and the feat has never been repeated again, but if he fancied coming close to it he could order me one of these!! No pressure.













