Whoopie Pie
September 8, 2006
“Whoopie! Pie!” you might say.
But no… Well… Yes and no. It’s a whoopie pie.
And don’t let them slippery Pennsylvania Dutch convince you it’s their creation. It was born in Maine. Just like Paul Bunyan. (Don’t start with me, Minnesota!)
I will say this: if it is to supplant the Black-Capped Chickadee as state bird, we’re gonna have to do something about the filling. Try whipped cream rather than that shortening-based frosting. Too sugary! There’s nothin worse than a greasy, sugary state bird.
We might have to move it to the refrigerated section, but that’s a small price to pay if you ask me.
Stump Lane 
It is no mystery as to where the whoopie pie was actually developed. My Mongol horsemen rarely left their mounts. As I was a bit of a “taskmaster,” I insisted that they pack food that could be eaten while we invaded places like Afghanistan and northern India. So they stored two small, chocolate, disk-shaped cakes with a sweet, creamy frosting sandwiched between them in the gap between the horse’s flank and the saddle. Of course, my hungry warriors preferred rich, complex buttercreams or sumptuous whipped creams in the middle, but we found that simple Marshmallow Fluff worked best under those harsh conditions.You may also be interested to know that my Mongol armies also introduced the whoopie saddle (also known as the poo-poo saddle) to the ancient trading cities of Central Asia. A most comic and surprising noise-maker!
The whoopie pie would be even better with a delicious white center of heroin. No sugar, no grease, just really addictive.