A whoopie of a good time…

“Let them eat cake!” is certainly not one of my mantras–and despite the often, you know, actual reference to yummy dessert, I’m glad it’s not my mantra regardless.

Every year, my Mum tries to deliver a birthday dessert that does not involve, yes, you’re right, cake. Last year, it was oatmeal cookie sandwiches; the year before, it was strawberry shortcakes the New England way–with biscuits, not pound cake, for that’s cake, you know.

And for 25? A mound of whoopie pies, filled with marshmallow frosting…and let me tell you, it was a whoopie of a good time.

Thanks Mum! My waistline is…weeping.

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