The day I moved to Pennsylvania I was instructed that in order to truly fit in here, I had to know how to make a whoopie pie. As I am from the Deep South, I am extremely familiar with being judged not upon the content of my character, but by my cooking skills (If you couldn't make biscuits or a decent Sweet Tea you were murdered in your sleep) so I immediately began constructing this snack cake in the hopes that my neighbors wouldn't run me out of town.
And yes, I did succeed by the way (if by succeed you mean giving up and simply buying whoopie pies from a bakery to pass off as my own) and yet I have remained the neighborhood pariah that is seemingly my lot in life (for whatever reason, people who share a property line with me hate my guts).
But this recipe for Superman whoopie pies, while more involved than I usually like to get with cooking, does seem to call out for me to make as I love Superman as well as shoving baked goods into my face hole, and could very well get me back into the good graces of my next-door neighbor who hasn't quite forgiven me for not raking my leaves last fall which then continuously blew into his manicured yard for the whole of the Winter season.
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