Do you hear the Peep Chicks sing?
Singing the songs of angry hens?
It is the music of the candy
that will not go stale again!
On the subject of undead candy - well, edibles in lurid colors anyways - a passing comment on The Passionate Cook brought to my attention the lack of easter egg dyes in the stores in the UK. I hadn't noted their absence, but she's right: the supermarkets don't stock thin cardboard boxes with punch-out Easter-themed figures and coordating cardboard eggcups, along with a cheap wire dipper and dissolvable dye tablets. Why not? (Or, conversely, why do we get the dye sets in the U.S.?)
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Maybe this is a tradition that we Brits actually gave up?
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My next thought was that egg dying is partially dyed to being about to go out and look for the eggs afterwards in a garden. Dyed chicken eggs are a good size and color for garden-hunting. As the number of people living alone and in apartments has snowballed in the UK especially, fewer people have gardens - or other people to hide the eggs for them.
But it could be you're right. This may be a Germanic tradition which America (and Canada?) inherited and the UK either lost, or never acquired in the first place.
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And the Les Mis, sweeties version, is wonderful, even if Peeps are mercifully more or less unknown here!
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