Don’t Make a Peep….

Sound advice, probably.  Don’t make a peep.  I’m blowing it off, though.  I’m making a peep.  

Three dozen of them, in fact. 

Yes, indeedy, our local paper just published a recipe for making Peeps at home, & I’m totally going for it. 

Why?  Hell if I know.  I don’t even like Peeps.  

You know Peeps, right?  Those weird, rubbery marshmallow chicks that turn up in Easter baskets every year to inspire either fervent devotion or horrified cringing in the lucky recipient?  The ones with the kind of cult following that inspires people to re-enact famous scenes from history using them, or to recreate famous works of art?  

Yeah, those.  I’m going to make those.  Again, you ask, why?

I honestly don’t know.  

I don’t want to recreate the Mona Lisa with them, or make a diorama of George Washington crossing the Delaware.  

I’m not a big marshmallow fan, either. 

 But my kids like them, we’re actually having Easter at home this year, & the recipe told me how to make colored sugar. 

Colored.  Sugar.

Sold!

Sometimes this just happens to me. Sometimes a recipe just grabs me & I have to try it.  Even if I don’t particularly want to eat the results.  Which, in this case, I don’t.  I love sweets but since I turned 40 & the ol’ metabolism took a dive, I have to be choosy about indulging.  I don’t want to waste my precious junk calories on anything that doesn’t make me swoon. 

But look at the pretty sugar I made!

So, yes. I am wading into this battle.  I am going to make Peeps, even though the recipes calls for a pastry bag and a candy thermometer.  

You might want to pray for me.  I’ll post pictures. 

So how about you?  Do you ever make recipes you don’t want to eat?  Do you buy cookbooks just to read them?  (I’ll confess, I totally do this.)  What do you do with the results of your culinary endeavors if you don’t want to eat them?  And–most importantly–are you a Peeps person?