3 Whoops · Massachusetts

Guest Blog: S’more Whoopie Pie

Today we feature our first guest blogger on The Big Whoop! Keeping it in the family, I’ve asked my oldest and dearest whoopie pie pal, to weigh in on a recent WP expedition. By day, Dana practices family medicine in the Boston-area but by night, she is whoopie pie aficionado numero uno! Let’s see what she has to say.

by Dr. Dana Marcinkowski-Desmond                                                                                    

One Tuesday vacation night, after a long day of lounging and doing nothing, the boy and I headed downtown for some cocktails. It was a terrible day: the wind was furious, it was just above freezing, and the precipitation alternated between torrential downpour and classic Boston mist. Despite Mother Nature’s attempts to thwart our plans, I was determined to brave the elements and drink some impeccable cocktails whilst enjoying the finest French fries known to humankind. Our destination: Drink.

For the uninitiated, Drink is a craft cocktail bar with no drink menu. I’d gone almost weekly for years, but had recently hadn’t been in ages. Their only failing, as far as I was concerned, had been the lack of dessert on their short food menu. On this frigid April evening, as we strolled in and took our seats, a new friend greeted me from the menu: a s’mores whoopie pie. I was positively giddy.

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Overall, as you can see, this is a good sized pie. We eat ate one, which was certainly a mistake. As a whoopie pie should be, the aesthetics are simple. There is no elegance to the pie, nor should there be. The cake of this pie is a slightly charred graham cracker confection. The filling is a rum soaked marshmallow, slightly toasted, with a drizzle of chocolate sauce. The filling of this cake is, frankly, perfection. The marshmallow is light and flavorful, perfectly toasted –just what you would need in a perfect s’more. I grew up on a marshmallow stuffed pie, and this filling was about as good as it gets. The chocolate sauce was slightly bitter, preventing the marshmallow from being sickly sweet.

Tragically, the cake itself was dry, and slightly lacking in flavor. In combination with the marshmallow and chocolate sauce, I could have sworn I was sitting around a campfire. But no amount of cocktails could cover up the fact that the cake itself probably could have done with less oven time, a little more graham, and far more marshmallow delight.

The deliciousness of the cream allows this pie to get 3/5 whoops!

Massachusetts

The Pie Next Door

Quebrada Bakery—Arlington, Massachusetts

I had a gig last night at the Metropolitan Club in Manhattan—imagine a place where railroad barons and the Vanderbilts traded stories about breeding horses and 120 years later, they still think it’s okay to have a servants’ entrance. ANYWAY…after the drive home from New York, I was feeling like a total pleb and decided that the only way to cheer myself up was to embrace the most delightful down-home treat. You guessed it. A whoopie pie.

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A cheerful whoopie pie with friend

I stopped in to Quebrada Bakery this afternoon, at their location in Arlington, MA. It’s owned by the wife of a fiddling friend of mine and is one of my very favorite bakeries in the Boston area. To begin, the cake is one of the best I’ve had—while blandness is one of the common downfalls of whoopie pie cake, this one is very, very chocolatey. In an unusual twist, the bottom cake was baked into a paper wrapper, much like a cupcake.

Unfortunately, the creme is where this whoopie pie fell down a little. While some (my brother, the turncoat, and my boyfriend, Maine’s fallen son) would disagree, I think a pastry is categorically NOT a whoopie pie if the filling is whipped cream. And so it was with this pie; the lightest of creams, sweetened just a tad, and piled high (I would hazard a 1:3:1 cake:cream:cake ratio!)…all for naught.

While this pie had one of the best cakes I’ve ever tasted, and honestly featured some of the best whipped cream this side of the Charles River, I sadly must disqualify this pastry for not falling within standard Whoopie Pie practice (SWPP).