Easter is my fatty food marathon. Chocolate overload aside, I usually eat an enormous brunch, including my weight in rye bread that’s somehow been blessed which makes it OK, and then sleep until Tuesday morning. I awaken with Jelly Beans stuck to my hair, and then I vow to go on a run and not eat polish sausage until it’s presented again next year.
Sure, we did traditional Easter things that even non-secular folks do, like dyed eggs (we even got all wild and started making them look like Jackson Pollock art, which Pete wrote about over here on his blog). Yes, I have been gorging on them for 5 days. Why don’t I make hard boiled eggs ALL year round?
But there’s one more thing I like about Easter…
Peeps make for kick-ass smores.
The s’mores, oh, the s’mores. Just picture this: soft graham cracker, with a chunk of chocolate (just pull a chunk off of your annual hollow bunny), and a sweet, perfectly caramelized peep. It’s better than a regular marshmallow; that special caramelization is the trick to making the best s’more you’ve ever consumed.
I beg you to make a campfire on Sunday night and try this. You know those Peeps are just going to go stale if you don’t.
And just for Easter happies, turn your volume way up and click here.
Have a hoppy weekend, hardy-har-har.
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