easter has always been a serious business at our house… especially when i was a kid, my family would plan the easter egg hunt meticulously. most years, we were at my aunt’s & uncle’s house in the south of france with a huge pine forest as a garden. hunting for chocolate meant we were stuck in that forest for hours on end (it could last up to half a day), screaming and running up and down, the dogs in tow. usually, the dogs would eat half the bounty - that is: what didn’t get lost in very vast woods, anyway. i guess the ratio of chocolate we (humans) found to chocolate the parents initially hid was probably 1/4. but we didn’t care as long as we were hunting, hunting for easter goodies. it was the thrill of the search and the chase, an activity both, grown-ups and kids alike rejoiced in. without a doubt, chocolate was the best reward for being out of breaths; let alone the bruises and scratches from running through the woods.