No doubt you have been seeing Easter candy in stores since the day before Valentine's Day, with those marshmallow Peeps peeking their lifeless, bitter, dotted heads into your field of vision in blue, pink, and yellow.
We never quite got the drawl of Peeps. They taste bad, the dye is bitter, and sugar and dust on them is sticky, and seem to be better served as art supplies than food for humans. We know a former Houston artist who even made towers of the candies for her art-class once, and we doubt even she ate one.
But even still, Peeps are an Easter tradition, just like pastel polo shirts, that green plastic Easter basket grass that gets everywhere, and unfound, rotting, Easter eggs clogging your gutters. Call me crazy, but I would like Peeps better if they were filled peanut butter, and covered in chocolate, and not made of marshmallow.
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A few years back, some folks got together and did various tests on Peeps to see what they could withstand. That's all fine and good, but we were just bored around the office and did "tests" of our own, which really just amount to torture and mutilation. Did you know that if you flush Peeps down the toilet, that they will in fact go down the toilet, and into the City Of Houston sewage system? We were just as surprised as you are!
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