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As you may or may not remember, back in March I posted a few images of the Peeps that Sarah and I were raising. Unfortunately, we lost that entire group of chicks shortly after that post was made.

With yesterday being Sarah’s birthday, one of her friends got her a Peeps Marshmallow Kit, which gave us all sorts of hopeful ideas about having a new Peep family to call our own. Tonight, we commenced with our Peep generation experiment, but things didn’t go exactly as we had hoped.

We followed the instructions to the letter and took the greatest amount of care possible, but as you can see, we learned the hard way that one who would play God with marshmallow animals does so at great risk. The aftermath of our efforts can hardly be called Peeps. Look at your own peril.

It’s worth noting that the taste of the homemade Peeps isn’t much more pleasing than their appearance; since you have to mix water with the marshmallow powder and only let it set for five minutes, the moisture content is much higher than store-bought Peeps, and the consistency of the marshmallow isn’t nearly as good. It was like someone chewed up a Peep, left it on the counter, and I came by and ate it.