April 13, 2009
Fun with peeps
Of course, dyeing eggs wasn’t the only fun Easter activity we did here this weekend. We also upheld the time-honored tradition of torturing marshmellow Peeps. I’ve always hated those nasty yellow chicks. When I was little, they would get tangled in the green plastic hay that filled our Easter baskets, and often, I’d get a half-eaten Peeps stuck in my long hair.
We put a Peep in the microwave to watch it expand and explode. Sadly, the explosion was gradual and didn’t make a noise. Like any responsible pyromaniac, I taught the neighbor kids how to set the Peeps on fire. When the smoke alarms in the house all started going off, the kids screamed and we threw the burning Peeps out the back door. That was Little Biker Boy’s favourite part.
Ponytail actually took a bite of one of the burned Peeps. Instinctively I started to say, “Ew, don’t eat that,” and then I remembered – they are supposed to be edible.
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