once upon a summer

In the midst of the transition between school ending and summer vacation beginning, we seem to have developed a tradition of sorts. Not on purpose . . . it sort of just happened. (I'm inclined to think those are the best traditions, after all.)

Every year, on the day after Easter, we make the local circuit of grocery stores and convenience/pharmacy stores and buy out all the Peeps that are now on clearance. All.

And then, as soon as the daily wind dies down to a breeze, we succumb to the intoxication of a campfire in our backyard fire pit.

And the Peeps get roasted.

If you've never tried it, these little pink and yellow birdies make the best. s'mores. ever. When roasted just right, the sugar dusted on the outside becomes caramelized.

Personally, I like mine with cinnamon grahams and peanut butter cups. 

And some of us just like to stuff as much chocolate in our faces as possible before we get caught.