Bakin’ Whoopie With Martha- Peanut Butter Whoopie Pies- 78 eggs, 60 1/4 cups of sugar, 56 1/2 sticks of Butter, and 63 cups of flour used so far- 132 recipes to go!

July 19, 2010


Martha's Peanut Butter Whoopie Pies

André's Peanut Butter Whoopie Pies

She sits alone most every night.
He doesn’t phone her. He doesn’t write.
He says he’s busy, but she says, “Is he?”
He’s makin’ whoopee!

Lyricist Gus Kahn from the 1928 musical, “Whoopee!”

The origin of the whoopie pie goes back to the last century when confectioners would bake small mounds of leftover cake batter and serve them to children with cake frosting sandwiched in the middle. The children would then exclaim, “Whoopie!” and a fun time would be had by all.

I baked this delicious, although rich, treat for several friends and even a few strangers since the recipe yields over three dozen large cookies. One batch went to a July the 4th cookout at my friends’ house and another as a gift for my friend, Scott and his family.

Here’s what Scott had to say:

“I’m pretty sure they’re called Whoopie Pies because if chocolate and peanut butter made whoopie, these cookies would be their babies. Martha would doubtless love to take credit for inventing the chocolate-peanut butter combo, but such a glorious pairing can only have come about through a happy accident. Who knows, maybe two random strangers bumped into each other on a city sidewalk, A got peanut butter on B’s chocolate, B got chocolate in A’s peanut butter, and deliciousness ensued. All I can say for sure is, if the candy companies ever get wind of this, our nation could have an obesity epidemic on its hands! The point is: chocolate = awesome, peanut butter = awesome, therefore chocolate + peanut butter = double awesome! The mathematical proof is in the pudding, or in this case the cookie. Thanks, André, for introducing us to this magnificent recipe!”

And here is the review from his wife:

“I loved the texture of the peanut butter cream and was pleased that it wasn’t like eating a mouthful of Jif. I’m really not fond of peanut butter sweets, except for *ahem* peanut butter cups. The cookies were a bit messy, but that allowed me to grab more than “one” under the pretense that I was just eating bits. They were very good with a strong iced Americano.”

If you couldn’t tell, my friend, Scott is a humorist and he has a genius for playing with words, rhyme, and meter. I hope you all will check out his blog “The Daily Rhyme.” The link is on the right of this page. Click on it and be prepared to laugh.

I’ve always found the euphanism, “Makin’ Whoopie” a bit unappetizing. Honestly, I can’t think of a more inappropriate exclamation to utter during sexual congress than “WHOOPEE!”

I did date a behavioral psychologist in NYC who uttered two of the most completely mood-killing statements I had ever heard in bed. I can’t imagine anyone could be turned on by the phrases “Oh, My!” and “Oh, Dear!” – or “Oh, My Stars!”  I felt like I was being intimate with the cast of Driving Miss Daisy. Needless to say, the relationship fizzled pretty quickly.

Having grown up in the South, the son of  “polite” folk, I was instructed from an early age not to speak of sex, politics, or religion.  I’ve never been very successful in avoiding these topics. In fact, they’re my favorite subjects. I like to argue. I like to debate, and part of me really enjoys observing how awkward and flummoxed people can become when these topics are broached.

I think my failure to observe these taboo topics has to do with the fact that I’m 42 years old and I’ve still never received “The Talk” from my parents. Don’t worry, I eventually figured it out but I still wonder what my parents would have told had they been brave enough.

I remember asking questions growing up. Nothing unusual. Just the normal stuff. Where do babies come from? What does sexy mean?  What do the Beatles want us to do?… and why is it in the road?

My dad had a standard answer for all of these questions- “Go ask your mother.” Mom had a standard answer for all these questions- “God has it all worked out.”

About the time I entered sixth grade, I could tell that my fellow students were clued-in on the whole sex thing. I still didn’t have an inkling. I knew it had something to do with genitalia but that’s where my understanding stopped. It all seemed so unpleasant. Classmates were making jokes and I just wasn’t “getting” them. I’d go home and ask my mom what some of the phrases and words I had overheard meant. She would turn red, roll her eyes, and shout, “Dammit to hell, André. I’ve told you. God has it all worked out.”

It was the Summer before seventh grade. I had been a Cub Scout, a Webelo, and was now, finally an official Boy Scout. I was seated on a bus with thirty other Boy Scouts, downing pixie stix and Mountain Dew while zooming through the rolling hills of  Arkansas heading to Summer camp. By the time we arrived, my fellow scouts explained everything… more than everything actually… in graphic, if not repetitive detail.  I just wanted to know about the logistics of intercourse and maybe a little bit of the science. I didn’t need to know every position and its name. I didn’t need to know about kink, fetishes, or German porn. For crying out loud, I was still trying to get over the initial shock of the plain and simple sexual function!

I felt ill. I was nauseous from the graphic and gratuitous descriptions, the ride in the un-air-conditioned bus, the Pixie Stix, and the Mountain Dew.

I was also ashamed. I was the only one on the bus who didn’t know.

I was also concerned. It seemed I was the only one on the bus who didn’t find anything appealing about the prospect of sex. It sounded messy, undignified, and just gross. (puberty hadn’t kicked in yet)

I guess mom was right. God had it all worked out… for her and dad… he removed the cross of their duty to explain sex to their little boy and put it squarely in the hands of a group of hopped-up twelve-year-olds.

Looking back on this experience, I’m thinking a merit badge was in order.

Are those things retroactive?

If so, who can I call?

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3 Responses to “Bakin’ Whoopie With Martha- Peanut Butter Whoopie Pies- 78 eggs, 60 1/4 cups of sugar, 56 1/2 sticks of Butter, and 63 cups of flour used so far- 132 recipes to go!”

  1. jen Says:

    seriously? best post title ever. ; )

  2. sippitysup Says:

    I just discovered your site and I love your sense of humor. Nice cookies too. GREG


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