
A couple of months ago, some friends of mine came over for dinner, so as a special treat, my wife made whoopie pies for dessert. I’m guessing most of you are probably familiar with this sugar-packed delicacy, but for those of you who aren’t, let me try to describe how one makes a whoopie pie.
First, take two soft, oversized chocolate discs that lie somewhere between cookies and brownies, and then make a sandwich out of them by filling the space in between with a generous portion of some white, slightly vanilla-flavored, cream-type substance, such as one might find in a Twinkie or a tub of cottage cheese that’s been sitting in the fridge for a couple of years. If the whole concoction comes in at less than 1,000 calories, throw it out and make a bigger one.
Needless to say, my wife’s whoopie pies were delicious, for the first few bites anyway. The last 300 calories or so were a little tough to scarf down — not because they tasted bad, mind you, but because the white cream was starting to come out of my ears — but, being the good husband and committed glutton that I am, I managed to finish mine.
I had some doubts about whoopie pies, though, after dinner was over and our guests had made their


