Peeps, in this context, refers strictly to those marshmallow candies that are widely available this time of year.
I don't think of Peeps as food. I do not mean to offend anyone, as there are many different palates to please in this world and I am a big proponent of choices.
I have another use for Peeps.
I explode them.
I started exploding Peeps before YouTube existed.
I thought I was the only one.
I discovered that, when I felt the oppressions endemic to the teaching profession threatened to overwhelm my generally sunny disposition, that going to the microwave and putting a Peep in the microwave and watching it for forty-five seconds or so as it shifted, bulged, and swelled into Jabba the Hut-like proportions helped me vent my spleen in a harmless way.
So I held a Peep Joust the day before Spring Break in the staff lounge. I made blueberry coffee cake and the husband of one of our amazing Assistant Principals made scones.
I brought the Peeps, too.
Because I was stressed (gradegradegrade!) I sat down and made some Augmented Peeps.
Princess Leia Peep, R2D2 Peep (not for the microwave),Storm Trooper Peep, Disco Peep, and Little Bo Peep.
And then when one of my colleagues got to school, he made a Peeping Tom.
My colleagues are very tolerant and supportive people.
And then Peep Carnage ensued.
And it was good.