Jesus died for our sins (thanks dude) and our sins are sugary goodness, colorful confections that make Easter what it is. Who hasn't gone to a sunrise Easter service with a peep in their pocket??? Who hasn't fallen asleep with a Peep in hand? Who hasn't eaten a Peep when it was close to petrified? Ok, so maybe you haven't done any above the above, but knowing my problem of middle of the night eating, I've woken up to a Peep head on my pillow and I don't blame the Easter mafia, I blame myself and my love for sugar coated marshmallow, yum.