All Hail the WHOOPIE PIE!

"Whoopie WHAT???"

Whoopie Pie.

A Pa Dutch treat I've been exposed to mainly from when I started seeing Dave. I probably saw and had them when I was younger, but I didn't see them in such volumes until I started going to Lancaster County, PA on an annual basis for Dave's family reunions.


So we get a note sent home from Jake's preschool teachers, suggesting the kids bring in "black and white" colored snacks to share with the class in celebration of "Penguin Week" this week. I assumed all the other Moms would be headed straight for the Oreos and black licorice. As you can see on the picture on the left, a chocolate Whoopie Pie is pretty dark. So that's what I suggested to the masses.

These snacks will be headed into school tomorrow, and between these Whoopie Pies, Oreos, Moon Pies, chocolate/blonde brownies, Penguin gummies, yogurt raisins, etc...these kids are in for one heck of a sugar rush!

Anyway, here's a brief photo essay on my journey into the world of Whoopie Pie creation. It wasn't as easy as I thought -- my kitchen was TRASHED when I was done. These things are sticky and I used up all my sugar and flour in the process, and you should never turn on a mixer onto dry cocoa powder!

First of all, here's the recipe I used. It's just what came up with a Google search on Whoopie Pies, and I didn't have any buttermilk in the house, so I couldn't use the first couple hits that came up.

So I mixed the batter -- which is the consistency of super-thick cake batter. Stringy.



This is spooned onto a parchment-lined (or greased) cookie sheet...I got nervous when the batter started spreading out immediately. But I guess this is what was supposed to happen.



So after 10 minutes in the oven, they puff up into little stuffed brown drink coasters.


Cool them on a rack. Meanwhile, I made the filling and used a frosting piping bag to put the filling in the Whoopie Pie. Top it off, wrap them in plastic!


They aren't quite as moist as what I remember from the native version, but still tasty. The kids will enjoy them -- Timmy couldn't get enough of the "factory seconds" that I let him have.