So naturally, I slit an opening in the plastic and put the Peep box way up on the top kitchen shelf. Then I took it down again, ate one, and put it back up on the shelf. (I had to have at least one.) I shut the cabinet door and tried hard to forget about them for a good, long while.
Fast forward to January 2010 and the Peeps are at their height of perfection. Tough. Chewy. Sweet. Smile number two; and three, and four…till the box is empty.
I’ve been told too many times how silly I am for loving these guys—and for how I eat them—but I can’t help it. De-licious. May it be Easter and a traditional Peep, Halloween and a pumpkin Peep or Christmas and a tree Peep, I’m always up for some marshmallow goodness.
From the bottom of my full stomach I’m sending a big THANK YOU and a content smile your way, Leslie!