Forget that famous what’s his name bunny. Easter is all about Peeps. If we had our say we’d create an Elf on the Shelf equivalent. Something like the Peep of the Peeps. Nah. Peeper the Reaper. No. Too morbid. Well anyway, you clearly get the gist. And who doesn’t like a Peep? Especially the stale ones with a little bit of that crunch coating. So good. Plus they are virtually indestructible. For years. They don’t mold or go bad. And you can blow them up in the microwave and they still taste good (true story). So again, we go back to Easter is all about Peeps. Here’s our favorite ways to use ‘em, ingest ‘em and abuse ‘em (in an acceptable fun not creepy sort of way). So one thing about Peeps, they’re not very manly. There was no sort of “peep cocktail on the rocks” that we came up with that sounded cool enough to order. So we went in another direction. Peep Infused Vodka. Smooth. Subtle. You can drink it on the rocks, or girlie it up as a lemon drop shot, or make a Peep-tini. We call this sort of versatility: genius.
Creepy Peeps. Never underestimate the joy of creepy peeps. Especially in diorama format. Pure awesomeness.
Peepza. As in Peeps Pizza. This looks gross. And we’re too afraid to taste it. We’re New Yorkers. We don’t mess with pizza perfection. If you’ve braved it, give us a holler and let us know how it is.
Some sandwiches are winners, some kinda suck. This Peep-Fluffernutter sandwich doesn’t suck. Even a little. And it’s sandwiched between 2 pieces of pound cake slices. Yeah. Peep Fluffernutter for the win.
Got a Peep suggestion!? Don’t hold out on us. Post in the comments!