Peeps: The Yellow Death

I can’t stay away from Peeps, which, I know, means there’s something deeply, deeply wrong with me. The trouble is, I find the idea of popping the little speckled birdies in my mouth more fun than actually eating them. I think it’s because no matter when I get mine, they always seem a little (or a lot) stale. Looking at my latest Williams-Sonoma catalog, though, it looks like those days are over. I just found my first Easter gotta have.