For the Love of Peeps! — Best of the Web
For some, the arrival of spring heralds balmy breezes, brighter sunshine and blooming daffodils. For others, it’s all about … the Peeps.
Yes, we’re talking about the veritable springtime cult of frenzied Peep-lovers for whom the arrival on store shelves of those laconic, near-fluorescent, plump little nuggets of oh-so-cute marshmallow goodness marks the turning of a new season as surely as the vernal equinox prompted ancient pagans into whirling fertility rites. What is it with Peeps? Over-sweet and over-adorable, they’re just so over-the-top as to stand poised on the knife’s edge between loveable and loathsome — which is why we probably love them all the more.
For a few years, the folks over at Serious Eats even devoted a whole week to Peeps, an event that brought us such classics as:
This year, contributor Yvonne Ruperti committed a kind of heresy and admitted that she didn’t like Peeps. Sacré bleu! “Sure they’re charming, precious, cute (how can they not be with a name like Peeps?), but I’ve never much liked eating them,” she writes. “Too plain, too sweet. They were always the last thing left in my Easter basket.” Odd, perhaps, for someone who doesn’t like Peeps, she devoted herself to the task of creating a version of homemade chocolate Peeps, which do, we admit, look delicious.
For those foodies who secretly love the tawdry allure of those pint-sized treacles, nestled behind their cellophane wrapper—well, we have a surprise. A few bloggers out there have found a way to have their Peeps and maintain their dignity. To wit, the folks over at Better Recipes’ Daily Dish have created these scrumptious Easter cupcakes topped with candy nests over which a flock of Peeps keep vigilant watch:
If you’re a novice to the whole Peep subculture, then you might be surprised to learn that there’s a subculture within the subculture (oh, how it just boggles the mind). Yes, we’re talking about the seemingly twisted folks who look upon those blank little sugary eyes staring back with so much sweet innocence and feel nothing but the anticipation of satisfying their own sadistic impulses. That’s right, there are souls out there who love nothing more than smashing Peeps, stretching Peeps, microwaving Peeps and, most twistedly delicious of all, melting Peeps into a puddle of neon goo.
For example, Baked Bree gives us…
While A Fridge Full of Food gives us perhaps the ultimate Peep-tastic centerpiece for your Easter table: