By Mike Kuczkowski
Easter at my grandparents’ house on Long Island was a real treat. They hid dyed eggs of various pastels in trees and filled wicker baskets with jellybeans and Pez dispensers. The highlight was the foil-wrapped chocolate bunnies that would sit balanced atop the fake plastic grass that lined the baskets.
The real test of the bunnies was in the bite. If you were lucky, your front teeth hit paydirt: a chunk of solid chocolate. If you were less fortunate, the chocolate collapsed upon biting, revealing a hollow chocolate bunny…
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