When I was little, I thought Easter-themed candies like Peeps and chocolate bunnies were forbidden. Along with colorful Christmas lights and gingerbread houses, denying myself fluffy chick-shaped marshmallow confections was part of the sacrifice of being a Jew.
It wasn’t until college that I ate my first Peep. You know, as part of the rebellious coming-of-age phase when you first leave home, drink lots of alcohol, hook up with questionable boys, and eat pink sugared marshmallow. Everyone goes through that, right?
Since I was introduced to Peeps so late in life, I didn’t realize that people were doing more with Peeps than just eating them straight out of the pack.
Apparently, there are many kinds of “peepsonalities” beyond the purists.
There are those who cook with them.
Those who decorate with them.
Those who think Peeps should exercise more modesty.
Those who destroy them.
Those who are really upset about The Office ending.
Those who think all great works of art should be edible.
Those who make you nostalgic for children’s books you previously found annoying.
Those who like to make fun of politicians on vacation.
Those who want to ruin Easter for children forever:
Those who fondly remember the ’80s.
And those who, if they weren’t building elaborate Pixar-themed Peeps dioramas, could probably be saving the world or something:
What kind of “peepsonality” do I have?
The kind who, even as a grown adult, still feels a tad guilty publishing a Peeps post on the second day of Passover. You know, before I forget I’m keeping kosher for the week and eat a piece of pizza by mistake on Day Three.
So today, I decided to pay homage to my heritage and make what I call “Matzah S’meeps”. Or maybe “Matzah Sch’meeps”? That’s the Peeps version of a s’more with a little Jewish twist.
WHAT YOU NEED:
Someone Who Does Not Care that Peeps Aren’t Kosher
I’d offer actual instructions but that’s probably not necessary. I will say to use two Peeps for each Sch’meep with the chocolate smashed between for maximum melting.
Aren’t they pretty? Delicious too.
Now, someone tell my daughter she doesn’t have to wait until college to eat one.
And Happy Pesach!