When I think about it other than the rare batch of brownies, mostly we didn’t have real chocolate in the house very often at all, and given we weren’t religious all Easter really meant to me at the time was that we would sometimes hunt for easter eggs (chocolate) and always be given a big milk chocolate bunny (on a good year we might get a few bunnies or a big egg, depended on resources and my mothers mood). Truly my middle name should be sweet tooth, as I could devour a good size Bunny in a matter of an hour given that I wasn’t prevented from doing so: Save some for tomorrow! Would always be the cry from my mother.
My favorite place in town for anything chocolate and molded into a shape is the New York City classic old time chocolatier Lilac Chocolates in the West Village (it was for decades on Christopher and now it’s on Eight Avenue and Jane street and they also have an outpost in Grand Central. You gotta check out their website if only to see the pink bunnies).The Easter Chocolate pictured here is all from Whole Foods, the exuberance of the displays was pretty impressive – I love how they have the main display somewhere in the store then just as you are waiting in line at check out you turn a corner and there is another huge display…it’s like the bunnies are stalking you. They have a kind of evil grin don’t you think?