Since moving to Maine, the whoopie pie capital of the world, I have felt the desire to make some pies. Whoopie pies. As a child they were a staple of the sweets in Maine. I have to master the whoopie, to re-gain respect as a Mainer.
Attempt number one left me with cake pieces that we too thins and stick the the pan. I was able to salvage enough for 5 whoopie pies. The rest end up sitting in a vintage dish, crumbled.
The icing came out wonderful. I made a Maine maple syrup icing to tag along with the hazelnut chocolate cake. The flavor combination was excellent and I assembled my 5 pies. They came out decent, not perfect but certainly acceptable.
With an abundance of icing and a dish of crumbled whoopie cake, I knew what had to be done. Maybe we can call it "whoopie pie deconstructed" I thought as I began to unload the icing into the cake crumbles. After mixing it and giving it a taste test I knew it did not matter what I called it as long as I got to eat it for a bedtime snack!
Failure turned win!