I saw this as a good opportunity to have a Meaningful Conversation and impart some of my extensive knowledge.

“Yes, and do you know what happens at Easter?” I replied.

The answer was a predictable one, mainly revolving around chocolate and holidays. Determined to press on, I mentioned Jesus and the idea of celebrating new life. We’re not a religious family, but I thought it important my almost four year old had some idea of the story behind Easter. 

“But Jesus is a baby Mummy”. Clearly the Nativity play at Christmas is still fresh in her mind. No matter. I still pressed on.

“Jesus grew up into a man. And Easter is all about a time in his life when he was a grown up man.”

Frog looked thoughtful for a moment, before blind-siding me with a totally new topic of conversation.

“Is there still a baby in your tummy?”

We chatted about the baby for a bit. No it hadn’t been born yet. Yes it was still in my tummy. Yes I was getting fat. No it wasn’t a rabbit. Yes we would still get a rabbit. No the baby wouldn’t be able to join in dancing straight away. etc etc.

“So Easter is new life then?” A new light of understanding dawned on Frog’s face.

“Oh right! So you’ve got Baby Jesus in your tummy then?!”

Further explanation is needed. Clearly.

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This is possibly the best review I’ve ever done. Seriously.

The Zebra Beastie Egg is, officially, a kids Easter egg from Hotel Chocolat. I say “officially” because, officially, my own kid didn’t actually get to try it.

I know, I am a terrible mother.

The thing is, she has SO much chocolate lined up for Easter already. Plus, we had my in-laws to stay who very much needed a chocolate fix. And… well, there was no other chocolate in the house. Like I said, terrible mother.

In the name of research, I cracked open the (very pretty) packaging and scoffed a big piece delicately tasted a morsel which was rather delicious.

It came with some little mini eggs, all with different gooey centres. Mmmmm.

I’ve never tasted Hotel Chocolat chocolate before, always shunning it in favour of a cheaper option. The thing is, now I’ve tasted the good stuff, I’m not sure the cheaper option will ever really match up.

The chocolate was creamy, with a lovely crispness to the hollow big egg. The mini eggs oozed a heavenly filling of either praline or caramel, depending on which you chose.

I’d like to say we took our time over the review, licking a piece of chocolate here and sniffing an egg there, but that would be a lie. The whole lot was gone within 5 minutes. This total chocolate carnage left the four adults responsible feeling satisfied and guilty. Just the right side of guilt, mind you.

Although my toddler didn’t taste the egg, I know she’d love it. Why? Because she is her mother’s daughter. A chocolate FIEND.

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Disclosure: I was sent this product for the purpose of this review. For more details, please see my Disclosure page.

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