Friday, April 6, 2007

I will do anything if you buy me Peeps


They call to me from behind their cellophane wall. Little confectionary animals beg to jump into my watering mouth. What other time of year is such a struggle, healthfully speaking, than the Easter season; the time of the Peeps? Little pieces of brightly colored marshmallow delicacy delivered only in the spring. I know you can buy them other times of the year but this is a marketing ploy unsuccessful in my opinion. Peeps just don’t taste the same at Christmas. They are the bonne bouche of my Easter basket.

There’s something about sinking your teeth through the sugary skin into the lifeless animal bodies, ripping them apart with bare teeth or even swallowing them whole that makes the extra workouts so worthwhile. I would never intentionally turn down a bunny shaped Peep but I prefer the little birdies. There’s something about the bunnies-maybe it’s the limbs. Some have arms and legs-who wants to eat an anatomically correct Peep?

I know some don’t have the refined palate required to appreciate the taste of the mass produced pure sugar delicacy. In fact, after the first Peep, I don’t recall a particular taste at all. It’s just the anticipated nectar high and zest for sugar coated birds that trigger the Pavlovian reaction.

I have been known to secretly eat an entire package of Peeps at one time. My family refused to speak to me after that incident on account of my drastic sugar high. I not only spoke loudly and at mach speed but I actually launched into Urdu at one point.

Now I pace myself. One Peep at a time. Slow and steady. Keep the blood sugar levels out of triple digits. But of course, like the Israelites wandering in the wilderness, I know that the manna from heaven will one day be gone, so I’m tempted to horde the billowy desserts. But I don’t. I don’t want to risk being caught with a stash and convicted of a misdemeanor.

In a few days they will be gone, wiped from the store shelves, remembered only by my too tight jeans. To stem the tide of desire until next season, my obsession will turn to other dainty indulgences, like Milk Duds.

3 comments:

Val said...

I was so excited to find your blog on Merri's site. My own site has been very neglected lately, but I still like to keep up with friends this way. Your writing always makes me smile, we need to catch up. Seems like it has been forever...can't believe how old your kids are.

christina quist said...

Val! Wow. With all this modern technology you'd think all of us would keep in touch! Do you have facebook?

Val said...

The internet and blogs are one more source of guilt for me. When I started my xanga it was to keep the long distance relatives up to date on our lives and then November hit and I pretty much feel of the wagon. My cousing has not stopped harassing me about it. Hopefully it will be updated soon. I don't have facebook yet, but probably will soon. Most of the students at Crossroads have myspace and that is definitely the easiest way to get ahold of them. We have tracked down some Moody friends on there. Matt Leaman, Connie Rock (Lengkeek), Ray Rezek, Kevin Marks, and Kevin McCullough. Ray Rezek is actually in our area and his church is playing in the Crossroads Softball League this summer. Kind of fun to reconnect. What is your facebook?
Are you homeschooling? When I saw Marcy last year I thought she mentioned that you were.

Well my 2 year old monkey just sent something crashing to the floor, so I'd better scoot.