Now that Easter is over...

It's time to melt the Peeps in the microwave

Or turn them into a diorama.

I’ve told the grandkids about a Peeps diorama I made once that was a recreation of Washington crossing the Delaware. I do not remember why I settled on this as my inspiration, but I published the photo on the dear, departed Dating Jesus blog, which is lost to the ages.

I suppose you had to be there.

I could not interest the grandkids in building dioramas, so I am saving the Peeps I gave them for Easter for when they visit next, and we will melt them in the microwave. Those nasty candies are not good for anything else, ever (though I found a recipe that has me thinking).

We can disagree on politics. We can belong to different faith groups — or none — but I’m really going to have to draw the line if you admit you eat Peeps.