The Passion of the Peeps

[This is a set of photos I shot a couple of years ago, when leftover Peeps met with free time and boredom. I’ve been meaning to post these for a while, but, you know, I am terrible at updates. *cough* Hi again, by the way.]
I have a friend who believes any non-yellow Peep is an abomination.
Well, let’s see what we can do with these pink abominations, shall we?
Hot pot, melted butter, Peeps.

Do Peeps suffer from separation anxiety?
The heat is on, and the melting begins.

Did you know? Peep eyes are made of carnauba wax. 

The eyes are roaming from Peep to Peep.

Alas, poor Peeps; you couldn’t take the heat.

“Double, double toil and trouble; …

“Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”

And Rice Krispies.

(I was out of eye of newt.)

(No toe of frog, either.)

(Where do you get that stuff, anyway? Trader Joe’s?)

Yes, I made green ones earlier.
Yes, I ate many of them while they were still warm and gooey.  

Cover shot.
(With added yellow Peeps. Even non-abominations can  be pressed into Peep Krispy Treats.)

The Sequel

This looks promising. 

For me, not the Peeps.


Any last words?

Cigarette, perhaps?

Looks like a Peep dance club.

In hell. 

Gonna need a skin graft.

I can see his insides.

Partners in crime. 

Time for the cover-up.

Nothing to see here. 
Move along.

Destroy the evidence, the delicious evidence.
Thanks. I’ll be back with proper updates soon. Really. Probably. Maybe. Don’t bet the mortgage payment.
CREDITS: Photos by me. Recipes by Serious Eats here and here. (Serious Eats, which is my favorite cooking site, also has many other uses for leftover Peeps.)