|With my parents, May 1967|
Back in 1967, my first year at the University of Idaho – yes, it’s really been that long ago – my roommate came back after a weekend at home with two cans full of what she called Whoopie Pies. One was chocolate with a white marshmallow filling. The other was a nutmeg-flavored buttermilk cookie with fluffy filling, which I thought was “to die for.” My roommate generously wrote out the recipes and I made sure my mother had a set, too.
I was taken aback when Mother said she didn’t think those recipes were worth keeping. We would never use them, she said. Now, Mother had a drawerful of recipes that she was never going to use, so that she would actually toss those recipes spoke volumes. And it wasn’t just that she didn’t want the recipes, but she was calling on me to agree with her. Fortunately, I had my own cards, but it was a problem for me that Mother had judged them unworthy of being kept.
I made Whoopie Pies once after I was married, I think, and my new husband was likewise unimpressed. “These aren’t cookies,” he said. Well, I guess they aren’t, but somehow they don’t quite qualify as dessert either. And they don’t keep forever. So, I never made them again and I must have tossed the recipe cards because I can’t find them.
Still, I feel exonerated by those experts at Cook’s Country who included Whoopie Pies in America’s Best Lost Recipes. Whoopie Pies are good! I didn’t post the recipe, but if you’re interested, many variations appear online. Just “google” it. KW