NO PEEPS!

Every season has a special food for me. I do not mean the homemade stuff, but that elusive “unicorn” that tells you it is time to deck the halls. At Christmas, it is Little Debbie Christmas Cakes. It has become a game between me and my former neighbor to see who can find it first and send a text picture of proof of victory.

As we roll into the end of Lent looking forward to Easter, there is aisle after aisle of candy of all shapes and sizes. Big Guy is used to me scanning for my favorite which is marshmallow candy called Bunnies, Chicks, and Eggs. If you do not know what this is, think circus peanuts in seasonally appropriate shapes.
My dad used to love peeps which I absolutely abhor. I guess you can say I like my marshmallow firm and not gooey.

My dad has been gone for a while now, but Big Guy now has fun by picking up Peeps at the store and telling me it is the same thing with a twinkle in his eye. I usually retort to” be careful or I will use them as a topping for my sweet potatoes” just like my mom did one year. I guess she was sick them too!