It's Easter time again and up to my ass in marshmallow peeps and those God-awful Cadbury eggs. My teeth and my 30" (right...) waistline aches. I'm in the middle of preparing lunch for my mom, niece and her b/f, wish me luck. Why does everybody keep telling me to cook my ham in Dr.Pepper? Hope the Easter bunny hops over to your house and shells out some goodies. Ya'll be good and control yourself when they pass the deviled eggs, ok.