You know PEEPS, right? Those yellow chicks of marshmallowy wonderfulness? Those sticky, better when cured heralds of Spring?
We've been talking about their arrival for a while now and Theresa happened to mention a childhood tradition in her house - PEEP fondue. My brain started to go into sugar convultions at the thought of it; PEEPS dipped in warm, dark chocolate.
And so it was that yesterday was declared PEEP Fondue Day. Clutches of PEEPS began arriving; the result of a big PEEP sale at CVS. They arrived before PEEP Fondue Day so they could, of course, be opened for curing.
An informal poll showed that most people like their PEEPS cured. They have to opened at least a week before consumption to be the perfect hardness.
Getting a fondue pot presented the biggest problem. They were the all the rage wedding gift of the 70s, but to find someone who has one today proved a lot more difficult.
When asked for a fondue pot, here were some of the responses:
"No, but I have an electic fry pan."
"No, but I have a crock pot."
And my favorite, "No, but I have a wok."
Undaunted, I asked Eileen, whose motto is, "If I don't have it or don't know a guy who does, you don't want it."
Sure enough, she had a fondue pot so PEEP Fondue Day was a go.
Here are some pictures and I strongly suggest that if you've never had PEEP fondue, DO IT! You'll pay dearly an hour or so later as you come down from the sugar rush and the next day, the sugar hangover will make you feel like you've been hit by a bus; but heck, PEEPS only come out once a year and it's well worth it.
In knitterly news, Georgeann has become a sock knitting fool since she took my class in December and she's now got a whole collection!
Anne's soon to be felted crochet mittens are spendid, aren't they?