April 13, 2009

Fun with peeps

Another Easter tradition

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.

18 comments:

Rana said...

They are better roasted over a campfire. ;)

kathy a. said...

bleah, marshmallow. they are best used in creative dioramas. although my daughter likes to nuke them, and see how the puff up.

kathy a. said...

*how they puff up.

Overeducated Twit said...

Heheh... The extent of my torture has always been biting the heads off first. Thank you for giving me some more creative ideas... even though I like the fluffy things.

Songbird said...

Now I see what we need to do with our peeps.

Arwen said...

I love marshmallow, but have always disliked peeps, because the yellow has a taste.

I think this is a great solution.

Lomagirl said...

My community introduced me to peep jousting at the first Easter brunch I attended there 5 years ago. In this sport, which is conducted with a full on elimnation chart, two people at a time face off- or rather, their peeps do. The peeps are placed on a paper plate and named. Then toothpicks are stuck in their chests and they are put in the microwave for a predetermined length of time which I cannot remember. The winner is the person whose peep (or the peep itself) who first stabs the other one with the toothpick. Sometimes this is a little hard to determine. The poor deflated peeps do not advance to the next level, but a replacement peep does. Apparently, it's best to buy the peeps once they go on sale the year before and get them good and dried out.
Sadly, the tournament didn't happen this year, but it is scheduled for next week I think. Anyway, it seems like something your family would enjoy.

kathy a. said...

just when one thinks one has heard everything -- along comes peep-jousting!

Rev Dr Mom said...

HA! Our peeps were bright pink and florescent green. The Kid tried nuking them, but as you said, it was disappointing. We thought about making peeps into s'mores, but never got around to it.

Kathryn said...

Thank you, thank you. At last this poor Brit knows what a peep is....have wondered over the years ;-)

niobe said...

Love this post and picture. My brother and I never cared for peeps, but (go figure) our mother adored them.

nimiecat said...

My commute used to go by the pentagon each day. After 9/11 the state police pulled over and inspected all trucks going by. One day, as I was going by, they had the Peep truck pulled over. Wish I had a camera with me.

Arbitrista said...

That's just hysterical.

BlackenedBoy said...

I love how responsible you are. I actually like those peeps, by the way.

Artist Friend said...

Peeps are only edible when you open the package and leave them on top of the refrigerator for 8-10 weeks. Then they're not too bad.

Not Quite Grown Up... said...

I'm a fan of Peeps S'Mores. You get to burn the peeps, melt them with chocolate and gram crackers, and then eat them. I've never eaten a Peep plain, but warm and melty in a s'more, they are good.

bsouth said...

I don't think I've heard of these peeps. I must look into them, they sound like the kind of thing I'd quite like!

Magpie said...

It's just a roasted marshmallow...

I myself like Peeps best when they've been ripened for a few weeks. You bring them home, slit the wrapper, and put the package away until the Peeps are nice and crunchy/chewy. Others might deem them stale, I call it ripe.