In a couple of weeks it'll be "Spring Holiday" here, also known as "Easter" off-campus, and I'm thinking of making db a leetle surprise. I'll share my recipe -- or, rather, someone's recipe -- with you: How to Make Marshmallow Chicks.
That's right, PEEPS! Everybody loves Peeps!
Except me. Eeeuuuuwww! Peeps are icky. Peeps, while adorable, are practically inedible. Peeps make my ears go all oogie tingly. On the inside. They're, what, at least 99% sugar? The other 1% probably a gummy saccharine-derivative. Peeps can only come around once a year*, because it takes a good 364 days to emerge from the sugar coma to, you guessed it, gorge on Peeps again!
What are Peeps and where did they come from? I don't know about y'all, but I get on my battered, heathen knees everytime I have a question and thank His Noodly Highness that the wonder that is Wikipedia exists, and it (we? they?) have the presence of mind to add the truly important entries like this one. Everything you ever wanted to know about Peeps but were afraid to ask.
I'd never eaten a Peep before I met db. Never even considered it, though that's misleading, because I don't think I knew what they were to consider having one or not. db's introduced me to many of the finer culinary joys in life: never had a slurpee, a twinkie, cheese fries, a whole bevy of drinks, cornbread, grits, brisket, green bean casserole, something else big that I'm forgetting, circus peanuts!, &c. and &c.
Now, before everyone pulls out their hankies and starts boohooing at my deprived existence, please know that 1) I've known db for a long time so some of this follows the usual broadening of palates, 2) my family's culinary habits ran to the more, er, natural and vegetable-rich, and 3) I had a deprived existence.
[*Aiiiyy!! There are now Peeps for All Seasons!! No rest for the wicked.]
[More wonderful pix of Peeps in the Park here. Ha.]