I remember the Easter season as a kid. In New England it meant warming weather,
melting snow and hints of green. The
week leading up to Easter would mean a vaguely-remembered Rankin-Bass show
about Peter Cottontail and the main event, The Wizard of Oz. Good Friday was mournful for some reason I
didn’t fully understand. And then came
the big day. The Easter Bunny had come
the night before leaving behind jelly beans, chocolate and hopefully some
marshmallow Peeps. Dinner was always ham
, frozen, wilted spinach with vinegar and scallop potatoes. I do remember the potatoes fondly…
This year we added a life-altering dessert to the mix. I am serious... this is big. You are going to hear this, wonder why you
haven’t done it, print this, and do it next Spring – or maybe next
weekend! Do not continue reading unless
you’re willing to increase you sugar intake soon. Do not continue reading this if you’re overly
concerned for your health. Absolutely
stop reading now if you have kids that get hyper with sugar and you wish they
would not. Just stop now.
Still here? Cool. Here’s what we did… and in full disclosure,
this was not my idea. This is the doing
of my future sister-in-law – all her invention.
First, in classic urban fashion, my brother-in-law started a fire in a
bucket. When was the last time you did
that on Easter Sunday? Want more? Ok…next we got out graham crackers…ok…you
might think you know where this is going…but wait. Then we got one chocolate bunny, a hollow
one, and busted it on a plate and then, you guessed it, opened a box of
Peeps. No…we opened two, one pink
bunnies and the other yellow chicks. Yes
indeed….we made s’mores and turned them into S’MEEPS!!!! But listen…there’s a real beauty in
this. That sugary, colored crust on the Peep
caramelizes over the flame like you wouldn’t believe. And it gets so hot that it instantly melts
the thin milk chocolate of the bunny.
And when you squeeze it all together on a cracker the marshmallow oozes
out through holes in the crust of the Peep.
This is amazing!
I love s’mores, but this takes it to another level. And now we have a new Easter dessert
tradition! Long Live The Easter S’meeps.
1 comment:
...you just blew my mind.
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