Peeps that make you go "Awwww...":
These are all the most romantic, cutesy, and heart-warming peeps entries.
FIRST PRIZE - Deformed Peeps Rescue League
patvon:
Peeps have been part of our family Easter
tradition longer than I can remember. For weeks
before Easter, family members search drug and
discount stores for the perfect DEFORMED PEEP.
It's
sort of like the 'Charley Brown Christmas Tree'--
who's going to buy those squished and misshapen
Peeps, the ones with eyes and nose squirted on
crooked and dripping down the sides? No one--they'll
eventually end up in a dupmster somewhere. UNLESS,
one of my children or grandchildren sees them and
rescues them from such a fate.
On Easter Sunday,
after church and supper and the Easter egg hunt,
grandparents, grown children and the little grand-
children all gather around to see who found the most
deformed Peep. The children are given ballots and
vote on the array of peeps on the table before them.
When the votes are counted, the children follow the
eldest uncle into the kitchen with the winner (or
most deformed) and he solemnly microwaves the
honored Peep until it is about four times its normal
size. The children watch in hushed awe. The Peep
is removed from the oven, allowed to cool and
gobbled up by the youngest child (it tastes like a
roasted marshmallow).
THIS A TRUE STORY and the moral is: Even the Ugly
Can Entertain or How Weird Can One Family Get?
HONORABLE MENTIONS
OgglePoussin:
An English girl living in Paris, at the grand old age of 44 years, I had never met - in the flesh - any of my numerous cyber-buddies. Neither had I ever tasted a Peep. And yet my first on-line nickname was Poussin (chick in French). And, in honour of that, Peeps were what my cyber-buddy Lynn brought me as a gift when she came to France last week from Cape Cod and we first met!
So my first taste of a Peep was both a gastronomic pleasure and a moment of deep portent.. unforgettable!
GAi_Connection:
It was winter and we were moving. When my dresser was moved aside to go on the truck, lo, there was a little pink bunny Peep from some decade. Poor dear, it was hard as a rock.
Sadly, being a deprived, unfortunate child who rarely had a treat EXCEPT for the Easter Hunt that was a freeby given by the city, I treasured this find ... and TRIED to eat it. The joy was short... I broke my tooth!
Ulyssia:
I've never cared for Peeps, they were always sort of gross to me, yet every year since 1992, I've bought a package of the pink bunnies. In the spring of 1992 I was dating a guy who was my first true love. He was in the military and was about to get out. He was going home to California, and I was staying in Kentucky for college. The last night he was to be in town, I drove from my college town to my hometown (outside of the military base he was stationed at) to see him. On the way there, I stopped at store and bought him package of Peeps, which he loved. I bought him the pink ones as sort of a joke. When it was time for me to leave, I gave him his Peeps which he immediately opened. He ate one of the little bunnies just before we said goodbye. I will always remember the taste of Peep on the last kiss I ever had with my Prince Charming who left me!
cnbc14:
It was Easter morning and I was so excited to look in my easter basket. As I approached my candy filled basket I saw that someone had already checked it for me. I looked around and the only thing in sight was my chihuahua Precious. She had yellow marshmallow all over her mouth. As I observed my basket I noticed what was missing. Parts of a box of Peeps were missing and the criminal had to be Precious. I sat and grumbled for a moment and then I realized. Easter was about sharing because Jesus shared his life with us so why couldn't I share a Peep. It was hard because those Peeps are so good but it was the least I could do on that special morning.
amylivermore:
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I loved those disgusting little marshmallow critters. One year I decided that I needed to become a peep. So, I proceeded to take each little peep and lick it so it was all nice and gooey and stick them to various parts of my body. My plan was to cover my entire body in peeps. I'd lick one and stick it on my arms or legs or torso...you name it, I had a peep firmly cemented there. Needless to say, when my parents saw me, they were not as excited about it as I was. Are you aware that peep dye stays on the skin for days?!? :o)
wwwonderland:
When I was a young girl (about 7 or 8) I had a real dirty mouth. My grandmother gave me my Easter basket. I was thrilled because I thought I wouldn't get one because of my fresh mouth. To my amazement, the rabbits had NO EARS. She said that they didn't want to listen to my bad language. That about did it for me. No more bad language!!!!
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