Peeps

Raise your hand if you like Peeps. You know those little squishy marshmallow ducks, bunnies, or whatever they are at the various holidays? There is only one person I know who likes Peeps, my dad. Whenever any of us see them we think of him. He likes them stale. Yep, stale. He does that by cutting the bag a bit and putting them in the fridge until they are good and ready. Maybe that's the key to liking them?!

My dad just had a birthday so I decided that the Peeps cake featured in the April Food Network magazine was perfect for him. The crazy thing is I don't bake, or let's say this... I don't like to bake, like I like to cook. I must really love him for the pressure I put on myself to make this the best darn cake a 73 year old ever did have.

Here goes the photo journal of my morning baking the Peep!!

We'll see.

I baked the cakes the night before or this would have never come together!

How pretty is that?

Amazing to me what a teaspoon of yellow food coloring can do.

Yea, baby!

He loved it!

So he posed with his Peep cake!

His cake with 3 of the 73 candles... otherwise we might have had problems.

The cake was a huge success and worth all of it. Even the 52 toothpicks (exaggeration) and/or skewers I used to keep that tail and beak up.

Happy Birthday Dad!!