Paddysnack
During a quick run to the deli for coffee and kitty litter, I spotted a sign at the dollar store: “HAPPY EASTER.” That means it’s Peep season. Even better, that means it’s “guess the brand name of the cut-rate Peep knockoff the dollar store will actually carry” season. “Popes”? “Meeps”? “Chirpz”?
What I forgot, as I do every year, is that in order to get to Easter-candy-and-stale-extruded-marshmallow season, we all have to survive the mercifully brief but still thoroughly repulsive St.-Pat’s-novelty season. I didn’t forget for long, alas, because right by the register at the deli is a primitive altar of green Sno Balls, on which I promptly sacrificed my excitement about speckled-egg malt balls. …Oh, I beg your pardon: the Hostess Corporation would like us to call the green Sno Balls “Lucky Puffs.” Apparently, each different color of holiday-themed Sno Ball has a special name: Scary Cakes (the orange Halloween ones); Glo Balls, which glow in the dark, which the regulation cerise Sno Ball kind of already does, but okay; and springtime’s lavender Sno Ball, the Hopper, whose name I assume derives from the Easter bunny, but it’s much more enjoyable if you use the Wire definition.
It’s not as bad as the Shamrock Shake, but the two products share that watery-pale institutional green that implies all sorts of negatives, like Thorazine or nausea, or a valance/tunic worn by Dorothy Zbornak. I don’t dispute St. Patrick’s Day’s right to offer a complement of superfluous themed snacks; I just wish the theme’s color weren’t so reminiscent of illness and frump.
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Shamrock Shake Horror Story: When I was a wee lad, I cheerfully bought one, and brought it home to enjoy. My sainted mother asked what it was, and when I told her, she asked for a taste. She took one healthy sip, swished it around a bit, and flatly declared:
“Tastes like Milk of Magnesia.”
I poured the rest down the drain, and have never touched one since.
Peeps Show
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/artsandliving/magazine/peeps2010/index.html
Wow those Irish Potatoes look and sound nasty but… let me tell you.. the ones from See’s Candy? AWESOME. No coconut creme.
They’re vanilla nougat with walnuts, rolled in sweet cocoa and cinnamon and have pine nuts for eyes. Those other things sound like an abomination.
Also? Team Peep!
Chocolate eggs with creamy filling – raspberry whip covered in dark chocolate… marshmellow… strawberry cream…. I had one today. I had one yesterday. I’ll have one tomorrow. YUMMMM
There is, at National Harbor in Oxon Hill, MD, a Peeps store. An entire retail space devoted to these gross things.
A friend just purchased rasberry and cherry ones dipped in chocolate, so they look like bloody innards as they’re consumed.
CADBURY EGGS! I fondly remember a 2003 Spring Break in London, a land where C-Eggs are sold in VENDING MACHINES in the Tube station for utmost convenience, apparently year-round. LOVE! Also loved the London McDonald’s Cadbury Egg McFlurry, with an extra scoop of fondant good. Yummyyummygoodness
Lizzie beat me to it, but I consider the use of Peeps in the Washington Post diorama contest to be the only reason for those marshmallow-esque things to exist. The Peeps lying in pools of blood in “Reservoir Peeps” from a few years back make me happy.
The 2011 Peep Show is here:
http://tinyurl.com/3usfv6y