Me, A Hot Glue Gun, Too Much Time, and Some Peeps.
I stopped in my tracks, stared at the Peep on the dining room table, and fully realized something I should have thought of years ago: Peeps are the cockroaches of the candy world.
That Peep had been sitting there for weeks, slowly turning into a rock, but otherwise staying unchanged. No bugs cared about it. Mold stayed away. EVEN THE DOG IGNORED IT.
We’re talking about the dog who will eat anything that fits in her mouth, and sometimes things that don’t or shouldn't. She eats my dirty underwear out of the laundry basket nearly daily, but Peeps? Peeps are not meant to be eaten.
They are meant to be hot-glued to things.
The point was proven weeks ago when I pulled out the Peeps Easter topiaries that we made years ago. Those Peeps just sit there, looking cute and as good as new. They never change, but rather just stare at you, like any respectable non-food would.
Upon realizing that Peeps are the cockroaches of the candy world, I decided it was time to hot glue them to more things. ALL OF THE THINGS, EVEN!