My walk home from breakfast today gave me ample time to swear off sugary goodies for at least a couple days. Sweets and I had just finished our plates of pancakes gilded with tropical syrup, glistening in the morning light like liquid glass. Marmalade flavored syrup is a new favorite topping for our pancakes… another sign that I’m now officially an adult. I remember the days when marmalade made my nose wrinkle up with the disappointingly bitter taste mingled in the spoonful of pretty orange jelly. As a child, I didn’t understand why adults would choose to eat something so biting, especially when it was clear to me that they had been tricked with promises of an orange’s expected sweetness. Marmalade was April Fool’s Day fodder. Now I find myself pouring on the marmalade syrup, renouncing my truism that bitterness is nature’s sign of poison. Heck, I even enjoyed several IPA’s last night.
With thoughts whirling around me in the wind of my walk I spy a blazing yellow bundle on my doorstep. A Peep basket (!) from Judah and Danica, a pair who know my often perverse pleasures of things kitsch and pop. An early Easter present that reminds me age is internal, and sugary goodness eternal.
Things to do with your Easter Peeps:
- • Dip them in chocolate
- • Click through the obnoxious design to find an assortment of wonderful Peep projects: spray-painted Peep magnets, Peep centerpieces, even an American flag o’Peeps
- • Send them into space
- • Shoot them up at the shooting range
- • Use them as props in special pictures with your loved ones: peep porn (well, I actually think its erotica… we’ll debate that one another time)
- • Act out your favorite cinematic moments
- • Eat them while marveling at the creative and unique interactions of humans’ with their food