It’s almost that time…

…time for PEEPS!!

I don’t even care to eat peeps, but the sugary enthusiasm that so many people gain from eating (or mutilating) them is just infectious. For example, did you know about Peep Jousting?

The messy and largely self-entertaining game, “Peep Jousting” is played with a microwave oven.

This is a game played With A Microwave Oven. How can it not be a winner?

Anyway, in case you want to partake:

One takes two Peeps, and licks the right-hand side of each until sticky. A toothpick is thereby adhered to each Peep, pointing forward like a jousting lance. The Peeps are then set in a microwave, squared off against one another, and heated up. As they expand, the toothpick lances thrust toward each opponent, and the winner is the one that does not pop and deflate (or fizzle and die). Both usually are eaten after the competition, however, regardless who the victor was, calling into question the nature of “winning” in such a circumstance.[1] This folkloric tradition has been noted by the Washington Post. Peeps jousting has also been called such names as “mortal peep fight.”[2]
courtesy of wikipedia, of course.

I was reminded of peeps and various other treats by stumbling around on Vox, running into Serendipity’s blog again. I didn’t realize it was hers until I saw the post about the hot cocoa again. She’s also got a fabulous post about Cheese Etiquette, which I encourage all of you to read and remember.

Speaking of cheese (one of the motives behind this post), I got to hang out with Rupert last night. Our original destination was Dairy Queen, but there is only one within a 20-mile radius, and it closes at 7. Something I found out when getting there at 715. So we found the Golden Spoon (that replaced Ben & Jerry’s in Hillcrest)… it was okay, but no Dairy Queen.

Then we decided to wander across the street to Wine Steals, which was a brilliant choice. We got a flight each (the first glass was high-fivable, the other two were decent but not my favorite), and split a half-board (cheese, olives, meats, bread, olive oil mixed with balsamic, fruits). It was very VERY good times, and I’m going to recommend it to everyone. He was also nice enough to treat me, which made it taste even better. đŸ˜‰

That joint was so good, by the way, that it makes me want to host bi-monthly wine-and-cheese parties. You wouldn’t think it would be so difficult. Why not have a group that hosts it at different locations every few weeks? It’s probably cheaper than going to that place (although we could meet up there if no one wants to have it at their home)… and you could be in your house clothes.

Sounds like a good idea, that means its’ flake factor is in the high percentiles. Let’s hope not. My collaboration of friends has gotten smaller, but more consistent. We shall see.

Anyway, I’m off to finish doing laundry and installing the Sims [complete collection!!!11!]. Yes, it was already installed, but these are the trials we must face when we lose a hard drive. Bastards. Just like the washers & dryers outside… why must they forsake me? Why must they shut off two minutes into their cycle, forcing me to wait and reselect? Why must one of the two dryers smell like mildew, hence making my clothes smell the same? WHY MUST THEY BE A MAGNET FOR TRANSIENT URINE?!?!?!

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