I'm officially letting myself off the hook for an Easter celebration this year. I don't do the church thing, Young Son will be with the Ex this Sunday morning, and I figure my ass really does not need a large bag of malted milk robin eggs in the house, no matter how much it begs. I'm a heathen and I'm OK with that.
But as a good heathen, accustomed to cherry-picking traditions to suit my whims, there are a few Easter traditions I can't part with. One is dyeing eggs, and the other is...
..:: crickets ::..
You know, two Peeps, toothpicks, paper plate, microwave? No? Then watch this.
Never liked to eat them -- they rank right up there with those orange circus peanuts (and I do mean rank!) -- but I sure do love to nuke 'em. Plus, I have a sentimental attachment to Peep jousting: it was one of the very first cool things I learned about on the interwebs, so long ago that I can't even tell you how long ago it was.
BTW, Peeps taste much better nuked as long as they're not burnt. Think barely-roasted marshmallows with a sugary, crunchy coating and a lingering chemical aftertaste. Yum.
If you can't stand the thought of potentially stinking up the microwave (really, it's not a problem if you don't let them burn), you can still get your Peep on. Just click the pic or the link to enjoy The Washington Post's fourth annual Peep diorama competition, Peep Show IV.
Peep on, my peeps. You now have all the tools you need to have a Peep-a-licious weekend.