| I've had these Peeps for about three years. Every year I plan to do something with them, but never do. Until now. Who cares if they're stale and more sugary cement than marshmallow? I'm not eating them, I'm melting them! |
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For proper Peep Jousting you need a proper arena. Instead, I have my trusty microwave. It's only slightly soiled, and it even has a rotating plate in the middle for better "cooking." It was a wedding present, making it about six and a half years old now. |
| Since this was to be a tournament, and not just torture, I figured each Peep should have its own identity. Being too lazy to give them names, I simply numbered them with a Sharpie. |
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To make things a little more interesting I used both purple and pink Peeps. The Peeps would compete among their own color to be The One True Pink Peep and The One True Purple Peep. These two victors would compete for the title of Ultimate Peep. |
| I wound up with eight pink Peeps and eight purple Peeps. Each side would have four quarter-final matches, two semi-finals and one final. I wondered how well Peeps would stand up to multiple trips to the microwave, fearing victory would be declared not by who struck who first, but by who didn't melt quite so much. |
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The leaderboard is complete. The next step will be to arm these little fellows with toothpicks and fire up the microwave. At this point I was enthusiastic and the kitchen didn't even remotely smell like burnt sugar. |