Heh. That title came about through events that took place at the first and only ToledoDope in March of 2000. I may still have the photos of the peepocide around somewhere.
Whoops! It was on April 1, 2000, not in March.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=20216
But sadly, I cannot find the pictures.
i am know far and wide for my peeps kabobs. this year i think i will try peeps party mix.
peeps are now available for all major holidays. the little gingerbread peeps were really good.
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Peeps. Nature’s perfect food.
Operating instructions- buy Peeps. Take home. Slit plastic on front of package. Let stand overnight. Eat, when they are just oh-so-slightly stale.
I don’t hold with the week-old stale school of Peeps. Beyond about three days, they tend to be tough. But, fresh, they’re mooshy.
Never toasted a Peep. I’ll have to try it this year.
I have something of a love-hate relationship with peeps. No, actually, really it’s mostly a hate relationship. I mean, they taste good and all, but… well, I’ll let you judge.
It all started two years ago. It was Easter weekend, and I was hosting a party at my apartment. In honour of the holiday, in addition to the normal party-munchie standbys like chips and salsa, I put out things like jelly beans, pastel M&Ms, and—you guessed it—peeps. (In fact, they weren’t technically peeps, they were knockoffs shaped like bunnies, which I guess made them little faux peeps. But I digress.) The party got off to a good start; maybe five or six people had arrived, and we were having a nice conversation. People were partaking of the many and varied munchies, and it was good.
Then one of the party-goers—we’ll call him “Dave”, because that’s his name—got teased by someone else (“Paul”), and, friendlily miffed, Dave tossed the peep he was about to eat at Paul. Ha-ha, party continues.
Maybe ten minutes later I stand up to go fix a drink in the kitchen, and when I return, there is a FULL SCALE PEEP WAR being conducted. It seems that Dave had pegged Paul with a peep again, and this time Paul retaliated, and things got worse from there. There were peeps EVERYWHERE. I immediately rescued those peeps that fell on the radiator (that would have been gross), and picked up the rest of the peeps after the party. Mildly annoying, but whatever.
Then, a week later, I had to plug something into my computer, and when I got down behind there, I discovered a slightly stale peep. Someone had managed to throw a peep back behind there.
A week after that, I was adjusting the wiring between my TV and VCR, and sure enough, another rather stale and slightly dusty peep.
I continued to find peeps for another month or so, and I thought I’d got them all. Then, in OCTOBER, I had to move my couch when something fell behind it. And GOD DAMMIT there was another peep back there! Everyone, not least Dave and Paul, was terribly amused when I related this by way of complaint.
Last year, I hosted another party around then, this time as an apartment-cooling party; it was close enough to Easter that peeps were available, though. On the invite, I explicitly said, “There will be NO PEEPS permitted at this party.” Mistake. Paul actually snuck in a pack of peeps, waited until I was in the kitchen, and distributed them for people to throw around. And of course, having been inspired by my peep woes from the previous year, this time they were trying to get them in funny places. Behind books in the bookshelf, wedged under the couch cushion, you name it.
Fortunately, I knew how many peeps came in a box, so I could count them as I discovered them, and kept looking until I found them all. Unfortunately, well, I ran a broomhandle under the couch to dislodge any peeps that might be under there. Out popped a fresh new peep; and a rock-solid, completely dust-encased one (a dust bunny, as it were—but I digress again) that can only have been from the previous year.
I’m hosting a party tomorrow in my new and as yet peep-free house. Wish me luck.
Ever see the Malcom in the Middle episode where Francis has to eat 100 of them…it’s hilarious…supposedly they expand in your stomach…and his fellow imprisoned schoolmates are counting “91, 92, ugh yuck 91, 92, 93” Frances is drooling pickly throughout.
Hee hee…I love that show.
I am not a peeps fan, but I have friends that claim they are ambrosia.
I do not get the appeal of these things. They’re so sugary they’re gritty. Feh. No richness, no real flavor–just SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
In other words:
YUCK!
Ordinarily, I love marshmallows.
But peeps? Ew! They’re too sweet and they have that awful bitter aftertaste from the food coloring. Yeck.
Give me Cadbury Cream Eggs, baby.
>gack<
I can’t choke those things down.
Killer Shrew
I’ve never known anyone who has made one much less drank one.
Any takers?
Has anyone seen the Peep Research Page?
PEEPS PEEPS PEEPS PEEPS! Love them. One of my Easter traditions is going to stores a week after Easter and buying all the 4 for $1 leftovers. Already stale and chewy. Hmmmmmm…
Peeps are fun. I showed the Tzeroling how to make Giant Peeps in the microwave last year after a box of them had been sitting on top of the fridge for a couple of months following Easter. You have to make it bellow in a deep-voiced “PEEP!” for it to be completely effective, though.
Yeah, I eat 'em, but not before torturing them first. They beg for it.
You pretty much cured me of that, but what was in an Easter Basket for Robby and me when we got back from Williamsburg (a wonderful place, if you every get to go)? Yep, PEEPS!
Argh!
When I was living in Paris last year, I made the mistake of telling a French friend how much I love Peeps, and asked where in the city I could find Peeps for Easter. Her jaw dropped to the floor, and she asked me to repeat. I did, and she started laughing out of control. Turns out in French slang, a peep means (wait for it…) “blow job.” I never heard the end of that faux pas, after which she would give me tips on where to find some seedy fun in town.
Lesson for the kids: don’t ask for Peeps in Paris, unless you’re looking for something that’s not marshmallow-y!
(and for you reprobates out there, my screen name has nothing to do with this francophone double entendre!)
I realize that someone’s started a NEW thread about this, but I’m thinking that someone needs to ressurect the old one!
That, and I think it’d be a shame for a thread about peeps to end by a poster named peepthis.
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Hate them! They taste, to me, like a marshmallow substitute made from just about the grainiest sugar in the world. However, melted in hot cocoa, they seem to work better than actual marshmallows.
I’ve posted this “recipe” before. I just can’t wait for them to get stale and hard. Sometimes the moisture in the air around here never let’s them get hard, so here’s a hardening tecnique. I worked it out for an ex. Personaly, I can take them or leave them.
Preheat very slow oven 250*
Place peeps on cookie sheet leaving a bit of space between them.
Place pan in oven and turn oven off.
Keep door closed all night and when you awake in the morning…
Enjoy
Peeps also age well in the freezer. I buy 'em on sale post-Easter (preferably the vanilla cream Peeps eggs) every year, rip the packages open, and bury 'em in the far back corner of my freezer.
The year I found one lone leftover package of Peeps eggs the following FEBRUARY was a memory I shall ne’er forget…droooool…SUPER-STALE Peeps!