On Tuesday I made a Peeps pie and a Peeps topiary. Early in the day I spray-painted the stick that I would use for my Peeps topiary green. I bought this amazing green paint with lots of glitter in it (I was deprived of glitter as a child and find it hard to walk away from it as an adult). The stick turned out pretty cool, so I then went on to spray-paint a few Peeps, thinking the glitter would give them a little extra Peep appeal. While the spray-painted peeps were drying, I was unloading the dishwasher and reached over and absent-mindedly popped one in my mouth. It wasn’t awful, but the sugar didn’t entirely conceal the spray-paint taste—it tasted like nail polish remover smells, but a little sweeter. I had swallowed it before I was entirely sure what I had done. Dearly departed, Joe always suggested milk when I poisoned myself, so I quickly poured a small glass to coat my stomach. I then called my mom because if I was dying from a spray-paint ingested peep, I felt she should know. The good news is I lived.
My Peeps pie was made with a Graham cracker crust, one layer of pastel M&Ms, and a layer of Peeps. It was not well received by our dinner guest, who used to be a best friend, or my son. Cole had a “thank you” bite, which is a tradition in our house, but then added that it looked and tasted like something a five-year-old had made in her Easy-Bake Oven. The “friend” refused even a taste. (This from someone who, I might add, once served me raw shrimp! Not wanting to be rude, I ate them without comment until her husband told her, in no uncertain terms, that they were as raw as the day they came out of the Gulf.) My opinion (in case, anyone cares), the Peeps pie really wasn’t all that bad, other than being a little overly sweet.
Next, I made the Peeps topiary. Cole, hoping for a little English lit. help, told me that it had a lot of character and then went on to add that it looked like something “you made, Mom.” Fail! I wanted it to look like the picture in the instructions. I wanted it to be Pinterest worthy. I wanted it to stand up straight.
Summing up, day two of Peeping included, but wasn’t limited to, Peep poisoning, a failed Peeps pie, an odd, uneven, leaning Peeps topiary, colored sugar tracked everywhere by spring-break campers, and boxes of Peeps littering my counters. Other than that, my second day of Peeping wasn’t all bad.
On Wednesday I’m making a Peep wreath and Peep popcorn. Why? Because quitting is just not part of my peepsonality. (you love me, I know you do! Can I interest you in a small piece of left-over peeps pie?)
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