A confession: we’ve always been a bit addicted to Marshmallow Peeps. Though they’re terribly sweet and often stale, there’s just something about them that makes us keep buying them every spring. (Perhaps it’s the twisted joy of biting off their heads?)
This year, after a particularly stale box, we just couldn’t shake the idea of making them ourselves. But two failed batches later, where the poor little chicks looked like an ice cube on an Arizona sidewalk, we were starting to think it wasn’t possible. Then we found the perfect recipe.