Sorry to all PETP members, but I LIVE to torture Peeps!!! Every Easter in memory centers around those icky pastel creatures planting their sugary little butts in my Easter basket! Nothing like the sight of a stale 3 month old Peep with Easter grass still stuck to its body to prompt me to make good use of the little critters. I like to…
Rip them apart and float them in hot chocolate, or stick one whole on top and watch the bottom half of its body slowly melt away.
Roast them in a fireplace until their wings are charred and therefore looks like they’ve been hanging around an oil slick.
Pour molten chocolate over their heads.
Yank of their heads and feed them to the horses.
Okay, now I’m starting to feel sorry for the dozens of Peeps I’ve tortured in my lifetime. I’m off to the store now, to make peace (peeps?) with the rows and rows of multicolored chickies. But I don’t think I’ll be buying any. 
(By the way, I agree with whoever thinks that the Cadbury eggs are the best! I get a few of the 4-packs every year- I LOVE them!!!)
Erin
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