Please Pass Smore Peeps Smores
By Thoughts Appear on May 15, 2012
Wanna know a secret? I don’t like Peeps. I think it’s the sugar on the outside.
I know: I’m the Sugar Queen. How can there be too much sugar? It perplexes me as well.
But it’s not my sweets reputation that I’m worried about. I’m keeping it a secret because Kiefer put some Peeps in my Easter basket. Bless his little heart: he didn’t know I don’t like Peeps. Heck, I didn’t even know. I’d never tasted Peeps before.
Kiefer: Do you like Peeps?
My Thoughts: I’ve never actually had one, but if I say that, he’s gonna tease me for being a picky eater and not trying new things. They’re just marshmallow and sugar, right? How can you go wrong with that?
What I Said: Sure. Nothing gives me more pleasure than biting the head off a marshmallow bird.
But I gave Peeps one last chance to redeem themselves.
I made a Peep smore.
And it was delicious. And it was a-maz-ing to watch one blow up in the microwave. Toasting them over the fire worked, too, but I prefered to watch the Peep swell up to softball size.
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