In looking for Easter images this morning, I discovered that Rhino Records has a website with great moments in rock 'n' roll, recreated with Peeps. Very cute, except for this disturbing tableau:
Yes, it's the death of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper, all in festive holiday colors. Please note that the plane has crashed into shredded Easter grass.
For my friends outside of North America, a "Peep" is a marshmallow, shaped like a chick (or a bunny), brightly colored, and most frequently seen for sale around Easter. However, these festive balls of sugary crap are actually a year round phenomenon. Peeps are made by a company called Just Born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. (I'll let y'all go all Dan Brown on that one.) Peeps have their own website (which is much perkier than Dan Brown's page.)
I will admit that, in my sadistic past, I have put more than one Peep in the microwave to see how big it would get on high heat before imploding. My high school boyfriend liked nuking Peeps and then basically turning them into taffy. Then again, he also knit his own Dr. Who scarf. (Reminder, girls: if your high school boyfriend is knitting his own Dr. Who scarf, he may not be straight. Take it from me.)
Hmmm... somehow I managed to go from Easter to dead rock stars to biblical conspiracy theory to gay boyfriends.
How does she do it, folks?
Considering that it is a holy day, maybe I should offer a palate cleanser, no?
Happy Easter to my peeps. And a blessed Passover, too.
Remember - Cadbury eggs will be half price at CVS tomorrow. Sugar shock at work! Whoo-hoo!
Shalom, y'all! Peace out.