Peeps

We all love to hate the sugar covered marshmallow abominations called Peeps. I mean, why shouldn't you? If you eat more than two in a week your teeth feel  like they're going to fall out from the sugar content.
But at the same time we love them- to bite their heads off, to put them in the microwave, to puncture their wrapping a few days ahead of wanting to eat them so their a little stale (which of course makes them yummier).
Every year since I can remember a package has arrived from Mora, Minnesota full of Peeps. Originals, bunnies, yellow, pink, and blue. Always more than we could ever physically want within the boundaries of our home. Grandma Dode always sent them, along with a card and a fun little something. Unfortunately, Grandma lost her battle with cancer this last fall. It shouldn't bother me that the invasion of Peeps had ended, I never really enjoyed them honestly. I mean, its part of growing up anyways, things changing and all.  But the Peeps are something I never thought would stop.
This year I'm going to buy my own box of Peeps- will I finish the box? I don't know, but I can say I'll choke down at least one as a silly little thing for Grandma Dode.