In honor of the 50th anniversary of the invention of a certain inedible sugary thing, I bring you Lord of the Peeps. I also have a confession: I still have my peeps from last Easter in the fridge. My plan is to make them part of some sort of postmodern art thing, which I will sell for thousands of dollars to some rich liberal art collectors with more money than sense. Baby wants a new Miata.
Posted by Andrea Harris at January 27, 2003 09:56 PMThe funny thing is that, no matter what you do to them, they'll probably still be edible.
Or no less inedible, anyway.
Posted by: Dean Esmay at January 27, 2003 at 10:29 PMA dreaded American custom. Impossible to explain.
Posted by: Andrea Harris at January 28, 2003 at 07:43 PMEven to many Americans, in fact. Peeps are, what, 110% straight sugar? Maybe 200%? I'll pass, thanks; making myself sick eating sugar directly out of the bag when I was five rather permanently turned me off the concept of sweetener-as-complete-meal. However, I'm sure there's some reference to the Devil's golf balls I'm failing to make here as well. Something about gleaming black peeps? Ah, never mind. ;-)
Posted by: David Jaroslav at January 28, 2003 at 11:38 PMSteve: Peeps are a form of Easter candy shaped in the form of baby chickens. Dyed yellow, they're made of marshmellow candy supersaturated
with sugar. As with the honey in King Tut's tomb, they are immune to decay or biological activity from any Earthly life-form.