The batter was easily mixed, dropped by teaspoonfuls onto the cookie sheet, and baked.
The icing came in a little packet that you squeezed onto each pie and spread.
Top it with another cookie, and there you have it, Whoopie Pies.
We did discuss the origin of Whoopie Pie, and we thought it was a southern thing. I learned, however, when I looked it up, that both Pennsylvania and Maine claim to be the birthplace of the Whoopie Pie. It is the official state treat of Maine. In Pennsylvania, they are said to have come from the Amish and German culture. When Amish women packed them in their husbands' lunch boxes, the farmers would shout "Whoopie!" when they found the treats.
Great-nephew, Connor, thought they made an excellent after swimming snack.
Mmmmm......
Then he took a little break in the gravel pile, and wondered why his great-aunt Susan kept taking his picture.
And speaking of swimming, the cousins from Texas enjoyed some pool time during their visit to Indiana. Ethan watches Matthew master the slide.
Connor was pushing his "Connor boat."
Ethan on the slide.
Matthew's turn again.
Darci and Haleigh watch.
Ethan tries the diving board. With hat and flippers, of course.
Matthew takes aim.
And jumps!
More jumping.
Water break.
Noelle was busy with a mermaid game.
And the boys took a little break on the rafts.
Connor is worn out from swimming. And still wondering about the crazy woman with the camera.
After a fun family dinner, the kids had fun in the gravel pile, and on the swingset.
The big kids even got in on the action. Or should I say old folks? Yes, that's Jim.
Taking a turn on the slide.
And we also enjoyed a beautiful sunset over the farm.
Thankful for family, and time shared together.
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