New Kid On The Block

Move over cupcakes. Make room for the Whoopie Pie!!

That's right folks... we're making Whoopie Pies (and get your head out of the gutter, you!). Apparently the new cupcake has arrived. The humbler, less pretentious cousin of the macaron is here.

I won't bother telling you where the name supposedly originated from because EVERY article about the Whoopie Pie loves to retell it. And you know I'm not really the type of person to jump on the latest bandwagon (notwithstanding my forays into Cake Pops, Hummingbird Bakery Cupcakes, New York Times Cookies ... ok, so I do get sucked in by the hype).

Anyways, here is the Whoopie Pie, of humble Amish origins making it's way across the world. This Whoopie Pie comes courtesy of the Hummingbird Bakery Cake Days book (the cake bit) and Chowhound (for the filling). I couldn't bring myself to use the Hummingbird Bakery recipe for the filling because it required Marshmallow Fluff, which gave me a sugar rush just reading it in the list of ingredients.

So what is a Whoopie Pie? It's not a pie, but a (kinda) sandwich cake. Or a hamburger cake, if you go by appearances. This version is decadently dark and delicious. It has a dense, moist, dark chocolate cake sandwiching a light, airy vanilla buttercream. Here, it is made in miniature (as always for portion control). But don't be fooled by it's miniature stature, it still takes a few bites to finish one off. This is my kind of hamburger!

Well, I've finished making Whoopie and I'm ready to sit back with my ~~cigarette~~ afternoon cup of tea and sweet treat.

What's your sweet treat this afternoon?

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