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Time for Peeps on Earth
I have never been shy about how much I like my Peeps. In this case, I am not referring to friends or buddies, as in, “I was hangin’ with my peeps watchin’ Nightline.” The fact is, no one who calls people “peeps” watches Nightline. The whole idea that I would put “peeps” and “Nightline” in the same sentence is absolute proof that I do not know how to use the Urban Dictionary definition of “peeps.”
I am, of course, talking about the marshmallow candies shaped like baby chicks and bunnies that are now sold at holidays year-round, but are most prevalent around Easter. Over the years, readers have told me how best to savor a Peep: How to properly age them to get that slightly stale crunch, or whether it’s better to dunk a Peep in coffee or hot cocoa or even chocolate fondue. Some readers – the sort who can get away with referring to their pals as “peeps” – shared with me how much fun it is to microwave a peep until it expands, explodes, or melts. (Do not try this at home. I repeat, do not try this at home. The website www.youtube.com has plenty of videos of people creating marshmallow Peep snuff films with microwaves, firecrackers, a garlic press, and a door. Yes, I watched them all.)
Recently, I went to the Peeps website, mostly out of intellectual curiosity, to see the recipes the Peeps company has for its bunnies and chicks. There’s a lot there, but a typical recipe is this: Bake a cupcake and put a Peep on top. Or make some pudding and put a Peep on top. I’m not precisely sure what I expected: Peep sushi? Peep stuffing?
The reality is that no Easter basket is complete without a pack of Peeps. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 700 million of them are sold every year, or more than two chicks for every man, woman, and child in this great nation. The company behind them, Just Born, is headquartered in – and here is a lovely irony – Bethlehem, Penn. The people behind Peeps are also the people behind “Mike and Ike,” everyone’s favorite movie candy when the movie concession stand has sold out of everything else – and I mean everything. Even the Milk Duds.
Just for the record, my wife actually likes Milk Duds, a candy designed by dentists to extract fillings from teeth. The Just Born company has tried to make “Mike and Ike” the Easter basket jellybean of choice, but so far that marketing initiative has been only a little less successful than the Doritos 2011 Super Bowl commercial with a guy sniffing a peep’s – er, pal’s – pants because they have Dorito dust on them.
In any case, I have every expectation that when the Easter Bunny visits Lincoln, Vermont and leaves me a basket, it will include some Peeps. If I’m lucky, they will even be the new dark chocolate covered Peeps. I do love the symbolism of the Easter chick: New life, rebirth, and the emergence from the tomb. And, of course, I appreciate the symbolism of the bunny: Spring, renewal, and abundance.
Easter is not the commercial juggernaut that Christmas is, even with the sales of all those marshmallow chicks, chocolates bunnies, and kaleidoscopic, corn syrup-rich jellybeans. But given the significance of the holiday and what it means to me in this life and, perhaps, in the next, I’m glad. The movement this week has been from a darkness of the soul to an absolutely exquisite brightness. There is the magic and the meaning of a resurrection. And so this morning, once again, I will savor peeps (lower case) everywhere, and that wonderful moment where faith and hope collide.
Happy Easter. Happy Passover. Peace.
(This column originally appeared in the Burlington Free Press on April 24, 2011. Chris's next novel, a ghost story called THE NIGHT STRANGERS, arrives on October 4, 2011.)
I am, of course, talking about the marshmallow candies shaped like baby chicks and bunnies that are now sold at holidays year-round, but are most prevalent around Easter. Over the years, readers have told me how best to savor a Peep: How to properly age them to get that slightly stale crunch, or whether it’s better to dunk a Peep in coffee or hot cocoa or even chocolate fondue. Some readers – the sort who can get away with referring to their pals as “peeps” – shared with me how much fun it is to microwave a peep until it expands, explodes, or melts. (Do not try this at home. I repeat, do not try this at home. The website www.youtube.com has plenty of videos of people creating marshmallow Peep snuff films with microwaves, firecrackers, a garlic press, and a door. Yes, I watched them all.)
Recently, I went to the Peeps website, mostly out of intellectual curiosity, to see the recipes the Peeps company has for its bunnies and chicks. There’s a lot there, but a typical recipe is this: Bake a cupcake and put a Peep on top. Or make some pudding and put a Peep on top. I’m not precisely sure what I expected: Peep sushi? Peep stuffing?
The reality is that no Easter basket is complete without a pack of Peeps. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 700 million of them are sold every year, or more than two chicks for every man, woman, and child in this great nation. The company behind them, Just Born, is headquartered in – and here is a lovely irony – Bethlehem, Penn. The people behind Peeps are also the people behind “Mike and Ike,” everyone’s favorite movie candy when the movie concession stand has sold out of everything else – and I mean everything. Even the Milk Duds.
Just for the record, my wife actually likes Milk Duds, a candy designed by dentists to extract fillings from teeth. The Just Born company has tried to make “Mike and Ike” the Easter basket jellybean of choice, but so far that marketing initiative has been only a little less successful than the Doritos 2011 Super Bowl commercial with a guy sniffing a peep’s – er, pal’s – pants because they have Dorito dust on them.
In any case, I have every expectation that when the Easter Bunny visits Lincoln, Vermont and leaves me a basket, it will include some Peeps. If I’m lucky, they will even be the new dark chocolate covered Peeps. I do love the symbolism of the Easter chick: New life, rebirth, and the emergence from the tomb. And, of course, I appreciate the symbolism of the bunny: Spring, renewal, and abundance.
Easter is not the commercial juggernaut that Christmas is, even with the sales of all those marshmallow chicks, chocolates bunnies, and kaleidoscopic, corn syrup-rich jellybeans. But given the significance of the holiday and what it means to me in this life and, perhaps, in the next, I’m glad. The movement this week has been from a darkness of the soul to an absolutely exquisite brightness. There is the magic and the meaning of a resurrection. And so this morning, once again, I will savor peeps (lower case) everywhere, and that wonderful moment where faith and hope collide.
Happy Easter. Happy Passover. Peace.
(This column originally appeared in the Burlington Free Press on April 24, 2011. Chris's next novel, a ghost story called THE NIGHT STRANGERS, arrives on October 4, 2011.)
Village Peeple descend upon Middlebury, Vermont
Sometimes great art demands brutality, and so Leigh Boglioli, 13, savaged her Peeps. Leigh, a 13-year-old seventh-grader from East Middlebury, Vermont, began by slicing single ears off of select rabbit Peeps and glued them on to other ones, creating mutated, three-eared Peep bunnies. She beheaded other pink bunny Peeps, reattaching their little pink heads onto other little green bunny bodies. The result? Mutated multi-color Peeps. And she bought any chick Peeps she could find with deformed eyes. Then, in the midst of this small world of Picasso Peeps, she built a model of a nuclear power plant cooling tower out of cardboard and aluminum foil – and placed a Band-Aid across one wall.
The result? A Peeps diorama Leigh christened, “New Wildlife Discovered in Vernon, Vermont.” Vernon, of course, is the site of the Vermont Yankee Nuclear Power Plant, still operating despite the expiration last month of its 40-year license. “I worry about Vermont Yankee,” Leigh said. “It’s run its course.”
Leigh’s Peeps statement is one 24 Peeps dioramas you can see through Thursday at the Vermont Folklife Center in Middlebury. It’s a part of the Center’s first ever “Peeps Show:” Dioramas made from the iconic marshmallow and sugar candy. The inspiration behind the show is operations manager, Sarah Stahl, who is a big fan of the “Washington Post’s” decade-old Peeps diorama contest. She said it was a natural for Middlebury, given the Folklife Center’s tradition of hosting an annual gingerbread house competition in December.
Indeed, some of the artists who are a part of the “Peeps Show” are experienced gingerbread house architects, such as New Haven’s Grace Tolles, 7. As if it were a gingerbread house, almost all of her Peeps diorama is edible. Inspired by a Caribbean cruise she took in January with her mom and dad, she called her diorama “Tiki Peepi,” and it features Peeps surfboarding on a sea made of vanilla frosting colored blue, with other Peeps sunbathing on a graham cracker beach. Even the boombox in the sand is edible: It’s a piece of chewing gum.
Ann Demong, a Folklife Center board member and a retired educator, loves the idea of working with Peeps: “I’m amazed at all the ideas people came up with. Peeps are a form we see all the time, and then here you see them completely re-imagined.” Demong, like many of us, is also a little dazzled by how large a Peep gets in the microwave. She created a Peeps can-can and mini Moulin Rouge stage for her diorama.
And while a lot of the dioramas were built around puns – including a terrific Peeps chess set by 10-year-old Ryan Gladstone titled “Chick Mate” – there were many that depended only on the chicks and bunnies…and available Barbie Doll clothing. Exhibit A would be seventh-grader Jenna Baginsky’s “Peeps Fashion Show,” a meticulously rendered (and illuminated) catwalk and crowd. “It wins the best use of Barbie Doll halter tops, bar none,” the Folklife Center’s Sarah Stahl told me.
Other ones that were mighty impressive? The staff and residents of the Helen Porter Healthcare and Rehabilitation Center created the “Helen Porter Peeps Square Dance,” with most of the Peeps in miniature wheelchairs and walkers. Eileen and Krystian Gombosi built an elegant “Princess and the Peep.” And Grace Tolles’s dad, Doug, focused on Easter with a recreation of da Vinci’s “The Last Supper.”
Doug’s version, “The Last Peeper,” has a bit of a Dan Brown “Da Vinci Code” edge to it. “Which one is Judas?” he asked me at the opening.
His “Last Peeper” won’t last as long as da Vinci’s “Last Supper,” of course. Peeps go stale fast. Or they’re eaten. (Or, often, they’re eaten when they’re stale. Many Peeps aficionados prefer them a little crisp.) But as Picasso said, “Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.” He was, I am quite sure, talking about Peeps.
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This column originally ran in the Burlington Free Press on April 1, 2012. Chris’s new novel, “The Sandcastle Girls,” arrives on July 17. You can learn more about it and add it to your Goodreads "to-read" cue by clicking here:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13...
The result? A Peeps diorama Leigh christened, “New Wildlife Discovered in Vernon, Vermont.” Vernon, of course, is the site of the Vermont Yankee Nuclear Power Plant, still operating despite the expiration last month of its 40-year license. “I worry about Vermont Yankee,” Leigh said. “It’s run its course.”
Leigh’s Peeps statement is one 24 Peeps dioramas you can see through Thursday at the Vermont Folklife Center in Middlebury. It’s a part of the Center’s first ever “Peeps Show:” Dioramas made from the iconic marshmallow and sugar candy. The inspiration behind the show is operations manager, Sarah Stahl, who is a big fan of the “Washington Post’s” decade-old Peeps diorama contest. She said it was a natural for Middlebury, given the Folklife Center’s tradition of hosting an annual gingerbread house competition in December.
Indeed, some of the artists who are a part of the “Peeps Show” are experienced gingerbread house architects, such as New Haven’s Grace Tolles, 7. As if it were a gingerbread house, almost all of her Peeps diorama is edible. Inspired by a Caribbean cruise she took in January with her mom and dad, she called her diorama “Tiki Peepi,” and it features Peeps surfboarding on a sea made of vanilla frosting colored blue, with other Peeps sunbathing on a graham cracker beach. Even the boombox in the sand is edible: It’s a piece of chewing gum.
Ann Demong, a Folklife Center board member and a retired educator, loves the idea of working with Peeps: “I’m amazed at all the ideas people came up with. Peeps are a form we see all the time, and then here you see them completely re-imagined.” Demong, like many of us, is also a little dazzled by how large a Peep gets in the microwave. She created a Peeps can-can and mini Moulin Rouge stage for her diorama.
And while a lot of the dioramas were built around puns – including a terrific Peeps chess set by 10-year-old Ryan Gladstone titled “Chick Mate” – there were many that depended only on the chicks and bunnies…and available Barbie Doll clothing. Exhibit A would be seventh-grader Jenna Baginsky’s “Peeps Fashion Show,” a meticulously rendered (and illuminated) catwalk and crowd. “It wins the best use of Barbie Doll halter tops, bar none,” the Folklife Center’s Sarah Stahl told me.
Other ones that were mighty impressive? The staff and residents of the Helen Porter Healthcare and Rehabilitation Center created the “Helen Porter Peeps Square Dance,” with most of the Peeps in miniature wheelchairs and walkers. Eileen and Krystian Gombosi built an elegant “Princess and the Peep.” And Grace Tolles’s dad, Doug, focused on Easter with a recreation of da Vinci’s “The Last Supper.”
Doug’s version, “The Last Peeper,” has a bit of a Dan Brown “Da Vinci Code” edge to it. “Which one is Judas?” he asked me at the opening.
His “Last Peeper” won’t last as long as da Vinci’s “Last Supper,” of course. Peeps go stale fast. Or they’re eaten. (Or, often, they’re eaten when they’re stale. Many Peeps aficionados prefer them a little crisp.) But as Picasso said, “Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.” He was, I am quite sure, talking about Peeps.
* * *
This column originally ran in the Burlington Free Press on April 1, 2012. Chris’s new novel, “The Sandcastle Girls,” arrives on July 17. You can learn more about it and add it to your Goodreads "to-read" cue by clicking here:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13...
