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Monday, April 13, 2009

Oh Peeps, We Hardly Knew Ye!

This is a picture of perfectly good Peeps in the garbage.  It wasn't my idea.  I found them like this.  Minding my own business, I opened up the drawer to discard a tissue and there they were staring up at me with those two little black eyes.  Not as shocking as finding a live baby in a dumpster, not even in that ballpark, maybe not even in that solar system -- but at least sharing a galaxy.   So innocent and helpless.  Little bundles of marshmallow, food dye and joy.   You'd thing they could at least be recycled.  Maybe not.  These are not a Hindu confection.  They are born of a Christian Holy Day.  They are not destined to come back in some higher form, such as a Snickers, then a Cadbury, then a chocolate mousse until Nirvana when at last they achieve real chickenhood.  No, these little peeps get but one shot at it.  Dead is dead.  Gone is gone.   Even the Rapture, I fear, cannot save these little preservative laden souls.   They may rise, but they will still be weird marshmallow confections that are eaten at only one specific time of year in celebration of the Resurrection.  And not one day later.  Obviously.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Jacqueline Church said...

Wow, first you come back from the dead and now we're contemplating peeps and resurrection. I'm feelin' a Jesus-scented hangover here...

8:42 AM  
Blogger Suz said...

I observed a moment of silence for the peeps.

2:01 PM  
OpenID Tesswpfd17 said...

Awesome post!!!

4:33 PM  
Blogger Ian Reddoch said...

You'd think they would have said something about being trapped in the garbage like that. At least a little something.

8:21 PM  
Anonymous "Peep Protector" said...

Do Peeps twitter? What kind of "tweet" do they make?

Probably a muffled "tweet" under all that plastic wrapping.

11:16 PM  
Blogger JLeonid said...

I always feel a little bit wierd when I bite the first one's head off. I've tried beginning with the tail, clean in half, or all at once. But it doesn't matter, there is simply no way to bite into a peep without feeling a bit morbid. And yes, I think about this way too much.

2:09 PM  
Blogger cat said...

be entertained

12:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Next year donate them to a good library or a drama program:
http://www.millikin.edu/staley/peeps/

Maggie D.

3:49 PM  

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