My family is not religious, so when I was a kid I had no idea when it'd be Christmas, Easter or Ascendence. Okay, I knew it was almost Christmas when my parents dragged a huge freaking tree into the house, that much was clear. And Ascendence was when my Dad came home from a run with some kind of injury. For some reason that was an annual event, just like putting up the Christmas tree. But Easter? I had no clue when it'd be Easter again.
At five years old, I noticed something: Easter Cookies in the cupboard. Before I'd mindlessly eaten Easter Cookies, but at that moment I realized my Mom only bought those a few weeks before Easter. They were the most amazing cookies I'd tasted in my life. They were supposed to look like a fried egg and you were supposed to eat them whole. Five year old me didn't care about all that. To me it was a delicious cookie with a load of frosting on it. The only way it could be more delicious was by eating frosting and cookie seperately. That sounded easy, but it was ridiculously hard to seperate frosting from cookie, and so it became one of my big goals in life to solve the Mystery of the Easter Cookie. Now, thirteen years later, I've finally reached my goal.

I tried lots of things when I was still in elementary school. First I tried simply nibbling the top of the frosting off the cookie. That didn't work. I almost lost a tooth that way and the frosting stayed firmly in place.
A year later I tried it the other way around. The cookie was eaten first, which did have some effect (namely that of the cookie and frosting breaking into tons of tiny little pieces).
I was a little older and wiser when I ate the Easter Cookies again in 4th grade. I came up with the idea of turning the cookie sideways, then scarping frosting off the sides with my front teeth. It was my biggest success so far, but I still wasn't happy with the result.
A year passed and it was time for my next attempt. That year things went terribly, terribly wrong. It turned the cookie sideways again, but nibbled bits of the cookie off, instead of bits of frosting. Not only did the cookie crumble, all these bits and pieces became soggy and the frosting was all sticky and gross. After that small disaster, I gave up. The Easter Cookie had won the war.

Years went by and every now and then I tried solving the Mystery of the Easter Cookie. Without any success. Nothing worked. Until two weeks ago. My Mom had bought some Easter Cookies, like she does every year. Without thinking I picked one up, placed my front teeth between cookie and frosting, tugged at the cookie and suddenly, before I knew what was happening, the cookie came off and I had a mouth full of frosting!
It was a moment of pure bliss. Finally, after all those years, could I eat cookie and frosting seperately. And it was delicious.

So here I am today. My family is in the living room watching tv, while I'm in the kitchen, finally triumphing over the Easter Cookies. I've never felt so powerful in my life!

Happy Easter and Stay Awesome!