Every year it's the same. Peeps. My annual Easter un-doing. That whole "hate her / can't live without her" thing. There I am, innocently strolling through Safeway, Long's, Walgreens, you name it. Once I see Peeps, those brightly colored, sugar sanded, chick or bunny shaped marshmallow Easter treats I must buy them. A lot of them. Now. Take them to my car, rip apart the first package - colored sugar flys everywhere - and devour it.
Why the rabbits and not the chicks? I can bite the tasty little ears off first, then the head, then the body. I can put away a four-pack in as many minutes. Once I get that fool wrapping off. That barrier is a drag!
As I said, every year I try not to succumb - but do. Why would I care? Because they're made with gelatin. Gelatin is ground and melted pig snouts, skin, hooves, etc. Erp. Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick.
If I've helped you off Peeps, more power to ya. Cause they're still a monkey on my back, sistah.
By the way, Shirley Bassey says: "go vegan - why not?"
