Easter Peeps and Mucilaginous Root Pulp

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Althaea officinalis (or Mother of All Peeps)

Ah, the glorious Easter baskets of yore, that would come to the rescue just as last year’s Halloween candy had dwindled to nothing but Bit O’ Honeys! Among the jellybeans and Cadbury eggs there was always at least one box of Peeps, those Technicolor chicken- and rabbit-shaped marshmallows. In my house, however, they were always destined to play second fiddle to the painstakingly nibbled chocolate rabbit and they usually ossified into little chick-shaped rocks before I got around to eating them. It wasn’t until adulthood that I began to understand the beauty of the Peep.

There are a lot of Peep haters out there, my husband among them, probably because they taste like nothing, really, beyond enamel-destroying sweet, but their origins are arguably the most noble of any Easter basket classic. While poking around on FoodTimeline.org, I noticed that marshmallows shared the same origin date, 2000 B.C., as apples. Yes, you read that correctly. Proto-peeps are as old as apples! (I’m not too clear, actually, if 2000 B.C. is the date of the first wild apple or merely the first time apples were cultivated by humans for food, but still…).

Marshmallows are called such because of the marsh mallow, a wild plant that ancient people ate in many forms. You can eat the flowers, you can eat the greens like lettuce or you can boil the roots to obtain a “mucilaginous substance.” This substance was used as a cough remedy, but there’s also evidence that as early as 2000 B.C., Egyptians were mixing the mallow mucous with honey to make a sweet confection, reserved for royalty and gods. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, you Peep haters.

Of course, a lot happened between then and now to bring us the modern marshmallow. It wasn’t until around 1850 that French candymakers started whipping egg whites and sugar into the mix to form what we might today recognize as a marshmallow. And since the early twentieth century, we’ve been completely leaving the marsh mallow out of our marshmallows by substituting gum arabic for the mucilaginous root pulp.

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March of the Peeps

Even so, I think that this long and vibrant marshmallow history is enough to earn Peeps some more respect. During a chilly spring spent near the Chesapeake Bay at a house with ample makings of bonfires, I discovered that there’s really nothing more delicious than a freshly roasted Peep, its innards turning gooey and its sugar coating caramelizing into a chewy, bubbly shell—just one more step in the age-old marshmallow evolution. So if you’re disappointed by any item in your Easter basket tomorrow, don’t worry; when life gives you stale Peeps, you just have to make s’mores.