Wondering what to do with those leftover marshmallow Peeps chicks and bunnies? Here’s a cheep, er, cheap and easy, recycled idea:
You may remember the Easter basket we made last year with Peeps. Well, we still have it. We were so proud of our creation that we couldn’t part with it — and after feeling how rock-solid it got, we surely wouldn’t chow on it. So we displayed it all year, and even let our (jealous) co-workers paw it. And it didn’t attract a single ant! A few bunny ears fell off the basket, but we just glued ’em back.
Want to make your own Peeps basket that lasts for ages? OK, quick as a bunny, here once again is the Easter basket recipe created by the Peeps people:
SMOOSH
Smoosh three connected Peeps bunnies (or chicks) hard with your palm. That becomes the basket bottom.
MIX
Mix 2 cups of confectioner’s sugar with water until it’s gluey. Place that gluey icing along the edges of the basket bottom.
STAND
Stand Peeps up along those edges; patiently hold till they stick. Place jelly beans into any holes and cover with icing. Splash a layer of icing along the inside.
CHILL
Chill the basket in the fridge overnight.
We added green food coloring to coconut and plopped it in the basket, but you don’t have to, since Easter’s over.
Got a better Peeps project?
Let out a peep and let us know so we can try it!
![Claudia Perez’s children could count on one hand the number of times they had seen their father cry. The day their mother left was one of them. Perez had worked her whole life for a dream that did not come true: Save enough money to take her family back to Mexico and live together in the town where they were all born. Instead, on a cold February day, she stepped onto a bus in Brighton Park and said goodbye, making the difficult choice between her loved ones in Mexico and her family in Chicago. “Don’t leave my love. No te […]](https://www.chicagotribune.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/ctc-VHR5442_183545767.jpg?w=525 "Claudia Perez’s children could count on one hand the number of times they had seen their father cry. The day their mother left was one of them. Perez had worked her whole life for a dream that did not come true: Save enough money to take her family back to Mexico and live together in the town where they were all born. Instead, on a cold February day, she stepped onto a bus in Brighton Park and said goodbye, making the difficult choice between her loved ones in Mexico and her family in Chicago. “Don’t leave my love. No te […]")
