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Ode to Whoopie (Pie)

09/05/2013 01:19 pm ET | Updated Nov 05, 2013
  • Brian Silverman Food and travel writer based in New York. Author of the website http://friedneckbonesandsomehomefries.com

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Two moist little round mounds of cake,

usually chocolate in make.

Stuffed with white stuff, I know not what.

Maybe cream, maybe butter,

maybe corn syrup the bad,

so sweet, so delicious, it's a pleasure to be had.

Press tenderly on those pliant brown mounds,

one above, one below.

Press firmer and the cream will flow.

Catch it quick, with tongue or finger,

don't dare miss a bit.

Their likeness uncanny,

the pretenders are many.

There's Ring Ding, Yodel, Oreo and Suzy Q,

none of them give the magnificent Whoopie its due.

I've had Whoopies in pumpkin, in chocolate chip, mint and

vanilla too,

but for me only the chocolate with the white stuff will do.

From Maine to Cape Cod,

Whoopie's legend is secure.

In the Big Apple, they're just not so sure.

Whoopie's humble appearance--no

glaze, no sprinkles, no frosting adorns it--is

surely a deception,

for this pie is simply pure perfection.

So eat your silky mousse,

your dark ganache, your sweet red velvet cupcakes.

For me, I'll feast on the Pie of Whoopie

until my jaw aches.