i have an admission to make: i’m a peeps fanatic. for you outside the u.s., or those who have been living in caves for some number of years (which, to be honest, can be synonymous with living within the evangelical subculture), a “peep” is a wad of marshmallow, shaped into a festive holiday shape, and covered with brightly colored sugar. i’ll admit, peeps are the absolute pinacle of hedonistic stupidity. but they have integrity. they never try to pass themselves off as “good for you”.
of course, the original peeps are called peeps because they’re little chicks, yellow enough to blind you, and released just in time, each year, for use in easter baskets. peeps in the shape of bunnies have been around for a long time also (though there’s something oddly wrong about calling a bunny a peep).
now, of course, peeps are pretty much available year ’round. shaped like american flags for independance day, snowmen for christmas, you name it. but i still have a soft and gooey spot in my heart for the original easter shapes. nothing like stuffing a couple fresh ones in your mouth — extra soft and gooey — then leaving the others on the kitchen counter for a few hours to gain that nifty crispness that comes from exposure to the air.
we brought easter-basket goodies with us this week for our vacation (we’re actually in the denver airport as i write, 2/3 the way to our destination). we plan on hiding a few plastic-eggs-full-o’-goodies each day for the kids to find. peeps are in the suitcase (i think, if i remember correctly, they’re the yellow bunny variety). when i saw them, i asked jeannie if she’d bought them for me. she said i could have half of them. i think that’s six, or maybe eight. i can’t wait!
anyhow… all that to say: even for a peep afficianado like myself, this seems to be going too far. martinis made with peeps. it’s peep cruelty, if you ask me. someone should start a lobbying group.