Thursday, March 22, 2012
We had tons of these eggs growing up. Boxes upon boxes. Did I giddily unwrap the foil like Charlie looking for the Golden Ticket? Nope. I am proud to say I've never liked them. (Cadbury mini eggs however are a whole other delicious story)
Growing up our house was filled with Cadbury creme eggs, Cadbury chocolate and Cadbury candy bars during Easter. Why? Simple. My dad was a buyer for grocery stores and brought home boxes of candy during the holiday and other food and products throughout the year.
I have memories of all sorts of logo'd paraphernalia from my childhood.
There was the red Armour (hot dogs) knit scarf and matching hat that would totally be considered kitsch today. My dad's La Victoria (salsa) golf bag. Numerous book bags, hats and about a million polos, some of which my dad still wears.
There were others for sure, like this gem I found at my mom's house tonight. I swear this beach towel has got to be at least 30 years old. 'Waste not, want not' is very much my mom's motto.
Just another thing I can hang over my kids heads. When they want the latest styles or brand name jeans I can just tell them I wore a hot dog scarf to school.