life, as i know it, in japan

born and bred in beautiful marshalltown, iowa. now i spend my days assisting japanese english teachers and drinking green tea. i do other things too--see below.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

peeps, they no likey them



three weeks ago my mom sent me a lovely easter package with some necessities (toothpaste with fluoride in it, face lotion, plenty of dark chocolate) as well as five whole packages of peeps. and i'm not talking about the packs of four, we're talking the bargain packs you find at sam's club...fifteen peeps per package for a whapping total of 75 peeps in my possession. may i preface this with a thank you to my mom for sending me that lovely package. but what was i to do with all these peeps?! i don't even like peeps. and so i decided to bring them to school and share the wonderfully cute little marshmallow chicks covered in chemicalized and colored sugar. however, i only brought four of the five packages. i was worried they might think i was desparate to get rid of these strange american peeps...and of course they'd be right.

i started out strong. whenever i was in the teachers' coffee room i would tell whoever was around to help themselves, "Dozo, tabete, dozo!--Please take and eat, please!" and it worked for the most part. then i realized the initial excitement reached a low point after 2/3 of one box was consumed. that's when i started to persuade teachers to eat them by strategically opening and placing the peeps in certain positions. i was going for the "look at me, i am all alone and so cute, eat me, you japanese teacher, you." this seemed to work too. then week two came around. my journal reads from these days "No one has eaten the peeps. What do I do? Do I bring them back home? Do i leave all three remaining packages here to sit and gather dust? Do i eat them all myself? Should i start setting them in random places around the school?"

finally after two weeks of more strategic placing and either eating one or throwing one away to make it look like 'people' were eating them and pulling them apart to make it easier to grab one, i admitted defeat. hey, i couldn't blame them, i don't like them either. on the final days they lived in the coffee room i decided to take their photos. they looked so serene, so peaceful. little did they know their fate was to end up in the japanese disposal system. poor little guys.

3 Comments:

  • At 11:41 PM, Blogger Izzy said…

    yes, i feel the same way. i brought twizzlers and some other candies to school and the teachers just looked at them. several weeks later i found most of them in a closet covered with dust and used to hold the construction paper down.

    peeps be with you,
    isaac

     
  • At 1:34 AM, Blogger molly g. said…

    i think dan grupe just shed a single tear knowning that you tossed his most beloved easter treats down the disposal. shame on you, ashlee!

    p.s. i hate them too. more power to you.

     
  • At 3:20 PM, Blogger court said…

    though i hate peeps, after reading your description of them in the teacher's lounge, i am sure that i would have consumed one approximately every third time i walked by. this is measured based on the disgusting indian sweets i occassionally eat because they are there. funny that my eating habits are the same reason people climb mt. everest-- because it's there.

    all my love from the betty crocker clinic (reference sex and the city).

     

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