I am sorry to report that I am a addict.And it's not what you think, heron or crack, no it's Whoopie pies. That's right kiddies Whoopie pies, the dessert of choice here in Maine. And it started about 2 week ago at a friends home. They were throwing a pumpkin carving party and after dinner the host, Dottie, served up some home made Whoopie pies. At first I said to myself " I'll only have one",I don't want to be a hog. But I could not stop "Oh I'll have another, please." By the end of the night I think if I cut my finger it would not be blood pouring , but cream filling.
As we were leaving for the night I asked the host if I could take some Whoopie pies home with me. I was already in the throws of the addiction and needed more. So she did give me some, one. One lousy pie . For a week I have been in my room curled up in the fetal position sweating and shaking violently, that is till Saturday night when low and behold Dot shows up on our door step with a load of pies. Oh thank Jebus I am saved. That is untill I run out. Does anyone out there have a Whoopie pie conection.
