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.