my peeps
Easter is hippity and hoppity and happy family time and stuff. I had a lovely dinner yesterday evening with friends and friends' family and whatnot. It was very civilized, with a charred sheep baby and all.
But you know what my absolute favourite part of Easter is?
Peeps.
You know Peeps. They're those little marshmallow chicks (or bunnies), coated with flourescent blue or pink or yellow sugar. They are absolutely vile to eat, but somehow they always end up in your easter basket. I assume this has something to do with the fact that they're roughly three cents for fifteen dozen. I should write a dissertation at some point on disgusting "traditional" holiday food that we choke back because, well shit man, it's tradition. Peeps would fall into that category. Along with fruitcake. But I digress.
The fun of Peeps is not, as you might think, in the eating. No, I will save the eating for the tiramisu and the cheesecake and the lemon merangue pie (all three of which I ate last night). The fun of Peeps is in the microwaving.
Go, find that pack of Peeps you know you have sitting somewhere. Take one, stick it on a plate, zap it for about 20 seconds.
Go ahead, I'll wait.
You're back? Wasn't that the BEST GODDAMN THING EVER? Oh, hells yes! If you're keeping kosher for Passover or don't eat marshmallows or something, you should really consider taking a five-minute moral holiday for Peep-microwavin'. I do every year.
If you don't have any Peeps, here is what happens. I may go on about how good it is, but man, this chick went one step further by documentin'. And there's a Peep Joust site online. But photos don't do it justice, just go zap your Peeps. Trust me, it's all good.
But you know what my absolute favourite part of Easter is?
Peeps.
You know Peeps. They're those little marshmallow chicks (or bunnies), coated with flourescent blue or pink or yellow sugar. They are absolutely vile to eat, but somehow they always end up in your easter basket. I assume this has something to do with the fact that they're roughly three cents for fifteen dozen. I should write a dissertation at some point on disgusting "traditional" holiday food that we choke back because, well shit man, it's tradition. Peeps would fall into that category. Along with fruitcake. But I digress.
The fun of Peeps is not, as you might think, in the eating. No, I will save the eating for the tiramisu and the cheesecake and the lemon merangue pie (all three of which I ate last night). The fun of Peeps is in the microwaving.
Go, find that pack of Peeps you know you have sitting somewhere. Take one, stick it on a plate, zap it for about 20 seconds.
Go ahead, I'll wait.
You're back? Wasn't that the BEST GODDAMN THING EVER? Oh, hells yes! If you're keeping kosher for Passover or don't eat marshmallows or something, you should really consider taking a five-minute moral holiday for Peep-microwavin'. I do every year.
If you don't have any Peeps, here is what happens. I may go on about how good it is, but man, this chick went one step further by documentin'. And there's a Peep Joust site online. But photos don't do it justice, just go zap your Peeps. Trust me, it's all good.
posted by M at 3:01 PM
2 Comments:
What happens if you do that with a Cadbury bunny?
Lol, I totally ruined one of my mom's nice plates doing that one year :)
Uummmm, your bike is purdy. is it called a blur because you are a blur as you zip by on it?
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