Every Easter, I look forward to one thing over anything else.
Peeps.
You know, those marshmallow things that they now sell for just about every holiday?
I buy them as soon as I see them. When I get home, I tear off the plastic wrap and stick them in the cabinet. I don't touch them again for like, a month.
Because I love STALE Peeps. Yep, hard as a rock. Stale. MMMM! Good eatin'!
I don't know why. I just do. I've never been a fan of them the fresh way, and when I was working at Zebra there was this guy named Rich that worked in Tech Support who showed me the beauty of a stale Peep. He'd have some in his desk that had been in there for a while, and a new habit was born.
Stale Peeps. Try it!
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