On Wednesday, our friend Brian (Kristin's husband) turned 40 and we invited him over for a Peep Roasting Extravaganza in the back yard. Not surprisingly, he could not resist the lure of the peeps and joined Luisa and I (and a band of rowdy children) in roasting peeps until the wee hours. Okay...the hours weren't wee, exactly. I lied. We stopped around 7:30 p.m. because I got cold. Luisa says it was about 50 degrees but I swear, with the wind chill, it was about 4. Who are you going to believe - the practical statistician or the wacky blogger prone to hyperbole? That's right...you believe me. I knew you would because we are tight like that. Let me say this and let it be heard from the highest mountain top and from the floor of the deepest canyon: roasted peeps are delicious! In my humble opinion, they taste better this way than any other. When you roast them, the sugar carmelizes which actually cuts the sweetness a bit. It's like creme brulee on a stick. Hey! I'm going to sell that at the Minnesota State Fair next year! I'll make millions I'm sure. Take that Pig Lickers! So, run out and get yourself some peeps, put 'em on a stick and burn those babies! You can thank me later.
P.S. Peep Week is just flying by, don't you think? It's already Friday. There will be a peep post tomorrow so check back here then and don't forget that the Peep Show will premiere right here on Sunday. I'm kinda nervous...especially since I haven't technically finished it. May the Technology Gods be with me.