Season creep means it’s already fall inside your fridge

• Flickr: Kuljuls
• Just get a spoon and have at it.

It used to be a big deal in my house when Cadbury creme eggs started showing up in stores. We watched for the first egg — eaten in the parking lot like an urchin in Oliver — and celebrated its arrival as the true coming of spring. Excitement was a quaint thing in those eight-bit days. It was close enough to Easter that by the time the holiday rolled around, I was still looking forward to eating the sugary, chocolate eggs. Although by May, I couldn’t wait for them to disappear back to whatever factory across the pond employed bunnies to make chocolate.

These days, creme eggs are a six-month affair, typically peeping their heads on store racks not that long after New Year’s Day (I’ve written before about holiday creep), but I think we have a bigger problem on our hands these days: season creep. The food and drinks we’re eating right now are telling us that it’s fall even as summer-stupefying heat attempts to rob our brains of the power to resist.