I learned a valuable lesson about buying whoopies from Moody’s. As a walk-in you can only walk out with four. Four is your limit. We didn’t think we would be stopping for the Moody Whoop at all, though. I didn’t think we would have time. We were running late. We had a late lunch, talked running with some proud runner’s parents (headed for the NYC marathon) so talking about the running made us run late. Route One was running, too.
But, something made me stop. In the late afternoon sun the neon sign called to me. Open. Stopping. We went in for four but when I opened my mouth to order, out came the word, “eight.” Surprised at myself we looked at each other. Eight? Eight! Eight. The cashier disappeared. Another appeared. Then one was two. One said no, four. The other said okay, eight. I threw in a HowToMakeTheWhoopieRecipe cookbook. Didn’t care what the total was. I was walking out with eight.
Most people bring flowers to a hospital room. Some even bring cute, cuddly, stuffed teddy bears. We came bearing gifts, too. Chocolate and cream whoopies. One for each hand. Each bigger than a hand. Such a strange gift for a maternity ward. At bleary eyed three in the morning someone brought my sister’s son to her. She ate her whoopie and said it was delicious. I’m glad I went over the limit.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Some days what I wouldn’t give to be in Grammie’s kitchen in Brewer again eating one of her home made whoopie pies. I shared her recipe with a colleague and he nearly cried telling me about the night he made them and ate them (not 8, but enough to make him cry).
Here’s my Great Debate: What’s your filling? Crisco or that marshmellow fluff stuff? Moody and my mom (my two favorites) are classic with the Crisco, but my friend (third place in my heart) makes hers with fluff and coffee (she’s a rebel).
My mom, queen of all things snack related in the 1970s and 1980s … made her whoopie pies with the good ole’ Crisco filling. As long as you don’t think too hard about it … it is downright DE-LISC-IOUS!
Crisco is the way to go. I am sure it was the smoking and boozing that gave Grampy the stroke, not the Whoopie Pies.
Crisco is the bomb, kids! Ruby ~ I need your mom’s recipe for the cookbook I’m writing!
If mom still has it … she threw some things out in the “big move”. I will try to find it …
cool 🙂