I've resisted the lure of malted eggs. I've silenced the siren song of Starburst jelly beans. No nibble of a chocolate bunny ear. The one thing I had was a bag of candy coated chocolate eggs, but I hardly enjoyed them (they were Hershey's not Cadbury). Overall this Easter season, I've been extremely self-controlled.
Part of this is due to my lack of dental insurance and fear of mouth rot.
The other part is, I've been saving for Monday, when it all goes on sale.
But, I just caved. Walking back from the Production department down the hall, I noticed a bowl of off-brand jelly beans, a carton of cookies and a tray of Peeps.
Peeps. My weakness.
I never liked Peeps growing up. But around high school, I realized it was a marshmallow rolled in sugar. What's not to like, I ask you? Also around high school, I realized Peeps are even better when they're slightly stale. Any one who has ever had a stale Peep knows what I'm talking about. Any one who has never had a stale Peep just threw up in their mouth.
Anyway, I pass the Peep tray, and see them sitting there, unpackaged. I just knew that they'd be perfectly stale, sitting in this already stale office air. I snagged one, walked back to my cube, popping into my coworker's office on the way.
"Peeps!" I said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah and I bet they're stale." I take a bite. Perfectly chewy.
And now, now that I've caved. I know it is all over. I finished the Peep in two bites and not seconds later had to resist the urge to go finish off the tray. Peeps will be my end.
PEEPS!!! WHY MUST YOU BE SO DELICIOUS??
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