Friday, March 25, 2005

A shout-out to my Peeps


Now, you can make your own Peeps at home. How awesome is that? I'm getting a sugar rush just thinking about it.

You see, I'm mature enough to admit it: I love Peeps. Those gelatinous, glutinous, glucose-encrusted little chick-shaped wonders: Love 'em. Love, love, love 'em. Peeps are like a fifth major food group all by themselves.

And you know you love 'em too.

Oh sure, you glare disdainfully down your nose when they appear on the supermarket shelves every March. You scoff at the idea that any reasoning human being would willingly ingest such a emptily caloric potpourri of sugar, chemicals and air. And you openly mock any adult who would dare acknowledge entertaining even the slightest temptation.

But there you are, in the wee hours of the morning when all the world is asleep, carefully and quietly slitting the cellophane on the rectangular Just Born package, and greedily filling your face with puffy little poultry simulacra until you're giddy with childlike glee.

I know you are. I've seen you.

Never mind how.

Now, through the marvels of 21st-century technology, brought to glorious life by the good people at Wham-O — home of the Frisbee and the Shoop-Shoop Hula Hoop — you'll be able to manufacture your own homegrown stash of Peeps all year 'round.

Go ahead. You know you want to.

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