“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.