Look, up in the Pie!

Ahhh the Whoopie pie. Recent interest in the mysterious new england confection has risen and no doubt will lead to new marketing ventures for Maine's proud dessert. Already produced on a larger scale for the countertops of well lit chains of convenience stores that inhabit Maine's roads. It is really the singular small stores with deliberately misspelled names like "Kwik Stop" or simply named for its town location where you may find, unlabeled and wrapped in cellophane, a basket of whoopie pies next to the megabucks machine at the register. Made by the owners sister in-law or the cooks grandmother who lives down the road or maybe right there in the store, no two are likely to be the same. This is not a light snack. Small whoopie pies are tolerated and even welcomed at a potluck, but the original offender is BIG. Makes your eyes get big. Makes small children look disproportionate when they try to eat them.
- Excerpted from the forthcoming travel guide and culinary inquiry: "Maine Course: driving around looking for Whoopie"
these pics are for Cullen's birthday mega whoopie pie I made