This story starts the same as any other. A group of horny teenage Peeps take a walk in the forest when they are attacked by the notorious mass murderers Hershey’s Bar and Graham Cracker.
Moral of the story? If you’re a horny teenager, don’t go for a walk in the woods.
I toasted my Peeps on a gas stove. The sugar-coating melts quickly, so if you want to keep some of the integrity of the Peep, go for undercooked instead of burnt.
Just trying to look out for you over-toasting-burnt-marshmallow-on-a-S’mores type people.