Peep Week continues with a Chocolate Peep Shake Recipe…sort of…

yummy-2What do you get when you combine 5 marshmallow Peeps, a couple scoops of chocolate ice cream and a generous splash of milk?  You get a yummy Chocolate Peep Shake–it is a wonderful marriage of chocolatey goodness and creamy peepness. Hey, it is Peep Week, I’m allowed to make up Peep words too!

Adapted from a few recipes I found online, this shake is super simple because at 10:15 pm complicated is absolutely off limits. Consider yourself warned that I made this milkshake the same way I make my meatballs, by sight and taste. It is not easy to pass on a recipe, but the meatballs are great!

First, put 5 marshmallow Peeps on a cookie sheet and place them under your oven broiler for 1-2 minutes until they are toasted. I actually burned the tips of the blue Peeps I chose, but they worked well anyway. Let them cool for about 10 minutes.

Put the Peeps into the blender, followed by a 2-3 scoops of chocolate ice cream. Add a splash of milk and blend for a minute or so until it is mixed together and a creamy texture. Pour the mixture into your favorite glass, top with a Peep and enjoy!

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PS. As you might be imagining, Peep Week is dwindling faster than my huge stack of Peeps…

Here’s the Peep Scoop!

ROLLING-STONEAs I was doing my Peep Week research, I learned that I have so much to learn.  Last year, I thought that I uncovered the mother load when I discovered that an entire store dedicated to Peeps exists. This year, I parked at the computer again, confident that there were Peep developments over the year. I was right, I found out some cool new things about Peeps of which I had no idea.

The first Peep thing I learned this year was that Yankee Candles created a 2014 limited edition Peeps Marshmallow Chicks scented candle. Okay, sure, they also made a chocolate bunny and a bunny cake candle as well, but am I the only person who doesn’t even know what a bunny cake is??? Apparently the Marshmallow Chicks Candle was popular, because I was on the phone with the Yankee Candle store a solid two weeks before Easter and they were already sold out. Next year, I’m there!

Second, I don’t remember seeing Peeps Minis last year. According to the product description, they are Peeps for all year round. Peep Minis are bite sized, come in a package of 24 in 4 different flavors Chocolate Creme, Vanilla Creme and Strawberry Creme and Sour Watermelon. Chocolate creme, without a doubt, Vanilla Creme, slightly less enthusiastic, but enthusiastic nonetheless. Strawberry Creme, well if they’re Peeps, I’d give them a try.  But Sour Watermelon…I fear they may have jumped the Peep Shark on that one.   I won’t rush to judgment though, I will do some information gathering over the next year and report back!

My third item is something that may or may not be new for the season, but it well worth mentioning–and like everything else I write about here,  it comes with a story. My dear relative who was in charge of getting the Peeps for Easter was discussing the bounty that he had brought with him that day.  We’ll call him Uncle Ron to protect his identity.  As I unpacked the bag with the wide assortment of peeps in several different colors, we chatted.  Uncle Ron casually mentioned that as he was shopping for Peeps, he saw Chocolate Mousse Peeps.

I continued emptying the bag, as we talked, expecting to see this unique flavor of Peeps inside.  But they weren’t there.  Uncle Ron didn’t get them.  He saw Chocolate Mousse Peeps on a store shelf, and he chose regular orange colored Peeps instead.  Really?  I was stunned.

He was so casual about it.  But, at the time, it was like hearing someone say, “yesterday I saw Bigfoot and I had my camera out, but I didn’t take a picture.”  Clearly not every branch of my family tree is as wacky about Peeps. And honestly, this may not be a bad thing.  Perspective, Jill, get a little perspective would ya?

Finally, it’s fortunate that Peep Week happened in May, because this one came after Easter. A Peeps Movie is in the works, yes you heard me, a MOVIE about Marshmallow Peeps!  How and why did I not know about this? Have I been living under a rock? I try to make sure I hit on a daily basis, and this is certainly a headline grabber isn’t it? I am not sure how this breaking news escaped me, but it’s true–it was even written about in Rolling Stone. Could we see a Peep on the Cover of Rolling Stone? Because that’s when you’ve really made it, right? When you’re…on the Cover of the Rolling Stone…
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The Time is Now…before your Peeps get Stale



A few weeks ago, I posted that I would be moving Peep Week into the future because life got a little in the way of blogging. At the time, it seemed simple. Postpone. Easy, right? It seemed so. I thought I would just put together a Peep Week that’s silliness equaled last year. I’d get started right after Easter. But a week became two weeks. I found myself realizing that if I didn’t get this train out of the station, it would be December and I would be talking about Easter treats. Easter treats that I am certain would be nice and stale after 8 months. And while I know there are factions of Peep Lovers who prefer a stale Peep, I imagine that even a hardcore Peep lover would bristle at a Peep induced dental bill.

All this to say that Peep Week will be next week!

Now, if you read between the lines, you will see that I am talking about much more than Peep Week and when it happens. What I’m really talking about is getting things started even though you may not feel fully prepared. It’s about the notion that sometimes you just have to start the journey—even though you don’t necessarily know its twists and turns or how it will end. Yes, calling Peep Week a journey is definitely a stretch—but isn’t a week’s posts about Peeps a little wacky too? Planning is important, but so is starting and getting into the thick of things.

So, here we go. See you next week!

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Out of your comfort zone? Wear a hardhat.



So, I think most of you know that I own an online business.  See if this is news to you and for the love of all that is sacred and holy, please send me an email because clearly my marketing plan has some major holes in it.

Recently, I was invited to participate in an online panel for  DIY Site Customization hosted by the company that hosts my website.  I was super flattered that they chose me–think Sally Field and her “you like me…you really like me” speech, but with a bunch of snarkiness tossed in there. Before I let myself create a bunch of hurdles, I said yes, and agreed to participate.  This was out of my comfort zone in more ways than I was aware.

For starters, I make no secret of the fact that I am picture averse, let alone a fan of video.  Couple that with the fact that I had never participated in anything using this particular type of technology and I probably should have seen some level of disaster on the horizon.

I got down to business thinking over some of the potential questions I would be asked. I downloaded the necessary App and was ready for the trial run the evening before the live event. The trial was a little bumpy for me, I arrived to the group with my camera positioned in a way that it cut part of my head from the video.  My 90+ year old grandma may have logged in with less distraction.

Remaining optimistic and task focused, I told myself that I could manage these little snafus in the 24 hours between the trial and actual event.  Being outside my comfort zone even gave me the confidence to ask for help. I asked not one, but two people for favors to help me be prepared.  In response, the generous moderator offered to bring me in a few minutes early to help me get settled and make sure I didn’t deliver a repeat performance as a woman incapable of aiming a camera at my own head.

The event went well. It was a knowledgeable and easy going panel of business owners. I would rate my contributions as okay.  Aiming for a happy marriage of not a genius and not a moron, I thought I had attained my goal.  That was until I saw the recording of the event. 

It was painful to watch. At first, I was only able to sit through about 10 seconds of myself. (If you are expecting a link here–think again. I may have the guts or lack of brains to write about my missteps, but that is a giant leap from handing over a link pointing you to them.)

I should add that before the live discussion began I was informed that my internet connection was a little slow and that some of my words were being cut off. The suggested remedy with zero time to properly fix this was to speak at a slower pace. I was very supported by the interviewer and moderator, but there was little they could do.

What followed was me chirping on about the importance of a professional and cohesive website while streaming at a rate that seemed like it was delivered by a dial up modem powered by a middle aged hamster on a wheel. My contributions were reminiscent of an old Kung Fu movie, where the audio and video are so mismatched that they look like they were filmed on two separate days.

It seemed like I was trying to slow my pace, but what resulted could not have been less fluid. Technologically speaking, the other participants were sporting Harleys while I pedaled away on barely a Schwinn.

I bungled it.  It was out there.  And there was nothing I could do about it.

Now you may be asking if there is a lesson or moral to this story…let alone an end to this never ending tale.

Yes, there is a lesson.

First, test, test and test again before you get in front of a group and try something new–unless of course you’re chosen to do the half court shot during half time at a Knicks game.  That would be the only exception.  Second, look for a do-over if you can find one, then pour yourself into it and make it great.   Lastly, and probably most important, if there is nothing you can do to remedy an error–learn from it, let it go and move on!

In the spirit of finding a remedy, I’ve recorded a do-over.  I wouldn’t call it great.   It’s a one-take wonder that I recorded after a long night in the office, but I think it works.  Click my picture below if you’d like to check it out.

And now I’m letting it go!


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Sometimes, I drop the ball…



So, maybe you’re sitting there wondering what the heck happened to Peep Week 2014.  Maybe you’ve been going on with your busy life and you haven’t even noticed–even better.  Well, here’s what happened.  This week, the unexpected events of life arrived in a major way.  It’s getting better, but between work and family, I just couldn’t juggle everything.  Sadly, Peep Week 2014 was the casualty.

And now I’ll bet you’re left wondering if you will  have to wait an entire calendar year to experience the high level of excitement that is Peep Week. (Probably not, just play along with me here, okay?)

Well, I’m here to say, “Yes, Virginia, there is a Peep Week.”  Peep Week 2014 will happen over the course of the next week or so.

What can you expect?   You’ll get the same silly posts dedicated to the marshmallowy wonder of all that is Peep.  I know you would expect nothing less.  Stay tuned!

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But First, A Peep Week Disclaimer…


Well, Peep Week 2014 has sneaked up on me in a major way.  Truth be told, I wanted to use the word snuck, but my judgmental spell check did not approve.   Anyway, Peep Week is here, and it is time to get down to business and honor that marshmallow goodness.  But as I was compiling my peep related posts in my head, I began to wonder.  What’s with all the writing about Peeps and Oreos…it’s not like they’re the mainstay of my diet.

I began to consider that I have put myself out there as an Oreo lovin’ Peep Eater who is clumsy when she runs.  And if I were looking for a caricature of myself, it would be funny, but a part of me became super defensive and immediately ready to clarify.  So here’s my quick disclaimer, I’ll get it out and then I will let it go, or at least my goal will be to let it go…baby steps, right?

After a little more thought than I’d like to admit, I have decided that Peeps and Spring Oreos are symbolic for me.  They are like silly little moments in my life.  They are like those unexpected pockets of joy that make me smile and feel hopeful.  And while I would probably be more comfortable about the perception of me if I were writing about quinoa and kale, the reality is, I just don’t feel anything when I think of quinoa and kale.

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Now that I’ve got that out of the way Let Peep Week 2014 Begin!!!





Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a workout for my children???



So, it was Saturday and my arms, especially my triceps, had that familiar sore feeling that you get from a recent workout.  I did have a workout, I just didn’t know it was coming.

I was tired of keeping my children captive in the house all winter, and confident that flu season was nearly over, so I summoned up my bravery to take them to our local bounce place.  You know the place, a primary colored wonderland, filled with giant inflatables for jumping and sliding.

If you’re asking yourself why I needed bravery, I’ll tell you.  Twin toddlers are like a big bag of marbles.  Take them somewhere without the stroller, let ‘em go and they scatter like marbles.  Containment is laughable, and it brings out in me a woman with whom I am intimately familiar—the crazy twin mom.  The crazy twin mom is the overwhelmed version of a mom who gets look that range from admiration to pity from bystanders who make comments like, “you’ve got your hands full,”  “double trouble,” and a whole litany of other words that really don’t help.

Needless to say, I wasn’t interested in being the crazy twin mom at the bounce place.  In truth, I never am.  If I can bring a relative or friend for reinforcement, I will.  But this time, if I wanted to go, I had to go it alone.

I created a buzz with the kids in the early morning.  I kept asking “who wants to go to a fun place?”  In true toddler fashion, I was met by a chorus of “me” “me” all morning.  I was eager too, taking the kids to new places and watching them have fun is awesome for me too.

I was confident we could have a great day when we entered the lobby and the kids were already excited.  They climbed on and checked things out while I hurriedly signed the waivers.  (Note to self—Next time, download, fill out and actually read the waivers from the bounce place to avoid chaos in the lobby.)

As we walked into bounce room 1, I could hear the buzzing motors of the giant inflatables, and apparently so could my children, because they clung to me with fear.  We took off our shoes and proceeded toward the bounce houses.  With a near 40 pound child on each hip, I tried to encourage the children to loosen their grips from me and have some of that fun that I was chirping on about all morning.  They weren’t having it.

I put each reluctant child into the first bounce house, assuring them I was not far behind.  The review was a solid NO.  I took them to the second bounce house and I even jumped around to show them what it was all about, but this one was just as much a dud as the first.

Then I saw what would be the bounce place salvation and my source of exhaustion—a slide.  When I asked, both kids animatedly agreed to go on the slide.  Massive air filled bounce houses may be foreign, but slides, they know.  As a newbie to all things bounce, it totally freaked me out to see how high my kids and I were going to have to climb to get to the top of the slide.  I kept my anxiety to myself.

I hoisted my son up the wall, remembering his lighter times.  On my tippy toes, I wasn’t tall enough to get him to the top and on our first effort, I had to bring him down, regroup and start over.  My second try got him to the last foot peg, and he was able to pull himself up from there.  Charlie fearfully sat atop the climb wall and waited for his sister and mom.  Giuliana, (see also the crib ninja) was a bit more skilled and assisted me in getting to the top by putting her feet on the pegs and climbing a little.  I still wrangled and stretched to help her to the top.

Then it was my turn.  Not a big climber, I made it to the top with a moderate effort, praying the entire time that the combination of my socks and the slippery surface did not send me sliding down the wall to land on someone else’s child.  The ways I see it, it is inevitable that children injure other children in the course of play, but a grown adult falling on a child—that’s a whole different batch of shame.

I make it to the top, and the three of us joyfully slid down.  I was elated that Charlie and Giuliana felt confident and safe enough to go down the slide independently.  The unexpected consequences of this new found autonomy was that I got caught in a cycle of hoisting children to the top of the climb wall.  This was where the crazy twin mom emerged.  Naively I tried several times to climb down and take pictures of my giggling children, like the singleton parents seemed to be doing with ease.  But, every time I stepped off the 2 foot step to the wall, one of my children was rounding the corner shouting “again, again” and it was time for me to get on my tippy toes and deliver them to the slide.

I kept this pace up for about a half an hour, constantly lifting my children to their perch atop the climb wall, my only break came when another child chose the slide.  It was a slow day at the bounce place, so resting periods were rare.  After a bit, we headed into the second room with a slide and obstacle course and at the end, I was one sweaty, disheveled and well worked out mom.  And thus, my well earned sore triceps three days later.  And yes, I can’t wait ‘til we go back!

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Oh Nabisco, how did you know?

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I live in the northeastern US, where this winter, the snow is piled high along the roads and walkways.  A claustrophobic site, it lies over a foot deep and frozen on the ground at it’s lowest point.  By now, it’s not the clean fluffy snow that’s fun.  It’s the dirty gray snow that’s frozen and hard and looks like it’s been around the block a few times.  For me, it’s just kinda depressing.

So, in what has become a near weekly ritual, I was in the supermarket buying the mandatory bread and milk for the umpteenth storm we’ve endured this year.  It’s only February, and I have made chicken and dumplings soup about a half a dozen times so far.

As I gathered my groceries, I turned my cart into the cookie aisle.  When I scanned the shelves, I spotted a cheerful little site.  Nestled among the dozen or so varieties of Oreo cookies was The Spring Oreo.  Who knew there was such a thing?  From what I saw it was the same chocolate outside with a cheerful yellow center.  Probably “peep yellow” if I had to hazard a guess.  The package, designed with a bumblebee and fluttering butterfly, boasted “with yellow crème – same great taste!”

Well, this was a no-brainer.  I reflexively place the package into the top rack of my cart where my “special” items go, and I continued on my way.   As I traveled the supermarket aisles, I began to think about how someone at Nabisco had really done their homework.  How could they know that this product, this seasonal Oreo cookie might appeal to anyone?  Did they read the Farmer’s Almanac and know it was going to be a rough winter?  How did they know my needs, before I even knew them myself?

I marveled at the powers of the universe, chance or basic retail forecasting that put the silly package of cookies in my path that day.  That chipper little package with a bumblebee and a butterfly fluttering around on its cover  was exactly what I needed.  I couldn’t spot a patch of grass, or a flower, but I’d gotten the next best thing–a reminder that Spring will come.

It’s been a week since I brought home my happy little reminder.  I haven’t opened the package of cookies yet, but that’s not really the point here, is it?

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How about a Jellycat Purple Horse!

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In all of the hecticness (pretty sure that isn’t even a word) of my February, I forgot to announce the February Giveaway.  I am going to write off my misstep to parenting overload and the numbing effects of all of this snow we’re having here in the Northeast.  But, enough about me.

I am giving away a super soft and cute Jellycat Purple Horse, $25 gift certificate, embroidered market tote and embroidered hoodie.

All you’ve got to do is like or comment on my BGG Facebook page and then fill out this form.  Pretty simple.  No purchase necessary to enter.  The giveaway ends February 28th 2014.  You’ve still got plenty of time!

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Wow, Karma, that was Quick!


Well, in my last blog post, I wrote about how I threw Santa under the bus when my son asked for a toy we did not have by telling him that Santa did not bring it.  I wish I had not blamed Santa, but I did.  Not my finest hour.

I am a person who generally doesn’t believe in Karma.  While I am mindful about what kind of energy I put out into the universe, I really try to let it go from there.  In my estimation, the universe is a pretty giant, random and disorganized place.  I find it a little much to expect that my actions are being tracked and that I will somehow be rewarded or punished for them.  It just seems like a little too much bookkeeping for the universe to do.

My last few days, however, have brought the question of whether I believe in Karma back up for debate.  Because if Karma does exist, she’s just laid a doozey at my doorstep.  In my quest to encourage my children to believe in Christmas and Santa, my husband and I forgot that we needed an exit strategy.  In our excitement, we did not consider the possibility that our children might not comprehend that Santa is an annual treat, not a nightly visitor.  This morning, days after Christmas, like every day since Christmas, my daughter continues her habit of joyously exclaiming that “Santa’s coming!”  It used to bring a smile to my face, now, the words stop me in my tracks.

What a Grinch I feel like when I get into the yucky task of explaining to a two year old that Santa is not returning for a loooong time.  Of course, I pepper it with details like how Santa had to go home and rest and that he lives very far away and he will return next Christmas.  But all my explaining does nothing to diminish the sadness that appears on her face…every time.

Now I’m not saying that Karma has presented me with another 350+ days of this, because I imagine this will be over before February.  But I am thinking that maybe I’m better safe than sorry and next time, I’ll mind my words about Santa…just in case.

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