Like skydiving and politics, Easter candy is one of those things that people don't tend to feel wishy-washy about. There are those with rabid, hit-the-clearance-racks to-stock-up-for-next-year addictions, and those who would rather swallow an actual raw egg than an ounce of Cadbury's achingly sweet, mucous-y goo. In case you can't tell, I'm firmly planted in the latter category. As far as Peeps go, even stale—er, "air-toasted"—as some fanatics swear by them, the little pastel chicks are far more fun to play with... More >>>