There is a bitter sweetness to that first cracking of the shell. That once beautiful, unblemished egg-shaped form of chocolate can't deliver its gift until it is shattered and broken into pieces.
No longer the visual feast and now cracked and broken its giving of pleasure will last only as long as the last mouthful.
When we were children we made our eggs last all year, carefully spacing out their consumption to the very last. Now we share only one or two, enjoy their beauty before they break and relish the bitter sweetness before Easter is gone.
Photo: Robert Rath, '366 Days of 2012, Day 100 - Chocolate Eggquake'. 1/2 sec at 105mm f/6.3, ISO 400