Maybe this is not a suitable thought for Holy Saturday, but I am among those who believe that Peeps, those wonderfully slightly stale sugar coated marshmallow chicks, are more essential to the secular celebration of Easter than eggs in baskets. The problem is that, according to the resident health and nutrition police, they’re not allowed in our house. With grandchildren too far away to corrupt under the noses of their parents what am I to do? Maybe I’ll take some to Grace on Sunday morning and see if there are any other aficionados there. In any case I’ll have to think of some errand that has to be done in order to sneak off to K-Mart to buy a package and then hide it in the back seat. The resident health and nutrition police has discovered most of my hiding places in the house.
I think your thought are entirely suitable. 🙂
Peeps, yuk!
Peeps, double yuk! Give me some real hard boiled eggs!
I must agree with you about the peeps! Peeps were the cornerstone of my secular Easter as a child; they were infinitely tastier than eggs, and they were much more fun to eat and, most importantly, squish. Eggs? Bleh. They are nice to dye, but eat? Nah. But should you post where you\’re planning on hiding said delicious confections when the Resident Health Police reads your blog?
Dear Peeple,I bought three packages of Peeps. One each to Fire Stations 1 & 2 (I am their Chaplain after all) and one for Grace tomorrow.CP
The gospel according to peeps?? Well, it\’s similar to THE Gospel – people have very strong feelings one way or another!:)
to each his own…i hope the fire dept. saw fit to share a few with you…i have to agree with the \”yuks\” on this one.
I have some year old \’peeps\’ from Miss Ella. I will gladly bring them this summer. Disgusting.