The whoopie pie does not exist in nature.
It is indigenous to the Northeast; in particular, to Maine and Amish regions of Pennsylvania.
Its true-true habitat, however, to be GPS-precise, is within small baskets, plastic wrapped and tucked beside cash registers in gas stations and general stores, from Nova Scotia to seasonal grocery stops on Block Island to rural patches south of Connecticut, into the country estates of suburban Philadelphia.
The lore, as Sarah Billingsley and Amy Treadwell explain in “Whoopie Pies,” their cute celebration/cookbook, states Amish schoolchildren would open lunchboxes, find the moist treats inside and shout “whoopie!”
Which is probably true, as that story sounds less likely with a salty New England clammer.
The whoopie pie is not actually pie. It is two plump, rounded, usually chocolate cakes sandwiching a white wad of sweet (occasionally marshmallow) frosting.
The book lists for $16.95.
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