I have never acquired a taste for Peeps. In fact, I REALLY, REALLY do not like to eat them. I know that stating this opinion so close to Easter is kind of kicking the Easter Bunny inthe knees, or somewhere worse. (Which I would never do. I'd never kick the Easter Bunny!) I want to like Peeps, but I just can't!
The origins of my dislike lie in my childhood. My dad has always loved Peeps, but he doesn't like them fresh out of their pristine, plastic-wrapped, pastel packaging. Dad like to eat stale Peeps. He has this preparation process where he makes a slight tear in the packaging so that the product is exposed to air.
The very sound of a stale Peep being eaten is disgusting! Biting through the outside, which becomes crispy when stale, creates sort of a crackle. Then going into the soft center makes an ishy squishy, squeaky, rubbery noise.
Most details of my first Peep-eating experience has been repressed to some dark recess of my brain, but I'm certain that the Peep must have been one of my Dad's stale ones. After that, I have a hard time even touching a Peep. If I am ever on one of those reality shows where people have to eat nasty stuff, I could be forced to eat stale Peeps. The producers could put a microphone near my mouth to capture every crackle and squish.
On a positive note, I do think Peeps are cute to look at. Their website is quite fun!
Oh, and I do still financially support the Peep. I have purchased them for my husband and daughter on several occasions. They just know not to offer any to me!
Here is a really funny website on Peep research. The researchers have exposed Peeps to heat, cold and various other scenarios.
Have a Happy Easter!