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WHEN I THINK ABOUT memories of Easter as a child, it was all about waking up to two eggs a chocolate version, and a sugary, lurid candy egg. Remember those? So tough to bite into, you’d risk losing a tooth or two. I was always the ‘all or nothing’ child – I ate everything at once. My siblings, especially my brother, would savour his, bite by bite, squirrelling his eggs away for weeks to make them last, hiding them in places his sisters would never be able to find. Are appetites determined early? I believe so, though tastebuds change and palates develop gradually. I am still a glutton; still the person who inhales everything in front of her, and lives in the moment. I never save things for a rainy day,…