Peeps Don't Fail Me Now

My hubby brought me home something that signals the official start of spring - my first box of Peeps for the year. I am in heaven - it's a yellow sugar coated heaven that will rot my teeth - but still blissful in its own way.

Now, I am a well known Peep snob. Don't bring me valentine Peeps or ones made for Halloween. And even if the three wise men themselves brought me snowmen, gingerbread, and tree shaped Peeps, I'm not partaking of their gifts. My Peeps must be Peep (a.k.a. chick) shaped (an occasional bunny is fine) and they must be yellow or pink - NOT green (eww - sickly peep), orange, purple, or blue (someone had extra coloring left over and got creative at the factory).

Peeps are not to be consumed straight away. They are best when the package's air-tight plastic wrapping has been breached (immediately by my thumb that's grasping the box) and they have gotten a little fresh air for a day or two. The freshness of the air leads to the stale yummy goodness of the properly prepared Peep. While I will certainly acknowledge that Peeps are tasty straight outta the box - if you haven't let your Peeps breathe, you really should give it a try.

Now with kids around, I have had to suffer through some Peep torture - they have been microwaved (check out youtube), melted, and added to various recipes that I am certain to never allow in my kitchen again. It has been difficult to see my Peeps harmed (wasted) in this way, but I shall rise up and march on.

My favorite Peeps come in a package of five. If you read the Nutritional Information on the box - because we all know that Peeps are loaded with Nutrition - you will see that 5 Peeps = 1 Serving. That means that they must all be eaten at one time. Don't you just love math like that? Almost makes you want to learn fractions, but that might involve talking about less than 1 serving - which is a physical impossibility. That's really a Physics lesson - not Math, so we'll just have to save that for another day.

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So, This is as far as I had gotten in this post - I was going to attempt to find a humorous ending to it this morning, or maybe just post it as is...and then I get a comment from Copyboy telling me that I am Blog of the Day.

Well, that's rude, he could have at least bought me dinner first. What exactly is Blog of the Day? I haven't prepared an acceptance speech or bought a formal gown. Is there a ceremony for these things that I don't know about - I've only been a blogger for a few weeks...Oh crap - I wonder if people read this Copyboy's blog? Then they might read mine and I have got nothing funny to say. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I mean yesterday's blog was about bees and here I am talking about marshmallows. Crap - at least I've mentioned boobs and other shit, including actual shit, in some previous posts - if they don't stop reading after the first few lines of this one, people like that kind of stuff, I think, at least better than  honey and easter candy. But at least I know that one person - Copyboy, whoever the hell that is - likes me. You like me ...you really like me. I'd like to thank my parents, and...Damn - I gotta go fix lunches and get kids out of the door...I got an honorable mention...It may be the best part of my day! Yea!!!