We started with her pretending to read the recipe. We went down the list and pulled everything out of the cupboard.
She likes to talk WHILE you're trying to take a picture of her.
This is not her blinking. This is her smiling with her eyes closed. I couldn't make this stuff up.
There we go. Meet Nonnie.
I think I counted 9 different sets of measuring spoons that were involved in this process.
This was her mixing bowl of choice. We first added the flour and the sugar and mixed that up well.
She then added the cocoa and mixed.
This is how she measured the salt. I made fun of her for doing it this way since I always thought you had to measure everything when you baked and so she whipped out a measuring spoon to prove to me that it was exactly 1/2 teaspoon. She was right.
After you add the rest of the dry ingredients, baking powder and soda, give it a good stir.
Now add your wet ingredients to the batter. We started with the egg and the oil.
I usually avoid baking because I hate to measure things. Nonnie sort of threw this notion out the window, especially when it came to the vanilla. She just sorta dumps some in.
Ok now add your milk and mix well with a beater.
She lined her cooking sheets with parchment paper for two reasons. She only has three cookie sheets (I only have two, like most people) so instead of having to wait for them to cool before loading up another batch for the oven, we just picked up the wax paper with the cooked whoopie pie cakes and put them on the counter. Also, of course, it helps the cakes from sticking.
She just used an ice cream scoop to measure the cake batter.
You could probably eat them just like this and be a happy little camper, but the best has yet to come, my friend.
You should stir until it looks like this, a nice thick paste. We brought this outside to cool in the New England November air because it has to be room temperature before you add it to the rest of the filling ingredients.
Add some butter.
Add some Crisco!! Yessss.
After she added sugar to the bowl, I got a shot of her accidentally putting the sugar bowl lid on the mixing bowl. So this is where I get it from.
This made me laugh out loud. This is "two teaspoons" of vanilla. This was more like 3 tablespoons. It clearly doesn't matter that she just dumps it in because they always come out perfect, albeit a little different each time.
I remember once when I was younger I was playing outside at our house in Maine and she just made a fresh batch of Whoopie Pies. She offered me one and then studied my face. Notice anything different? Nonnie asked. Yes, it tastes like lemons, I responded. Darn it, I put in lemon extract instead of vanilla and was hoping no one would notice. See...hilarious.
Pour in the flour/milk paste.
Beat this on high for 8-10 minutes so filling gets nice and fluffy.
Try not to get the filling all over your clothes.
Yum. Yum. Yum. I snuck about 10 finger licks of this stuff. Pure pillowy heaven. So the recipe she makes is for double filling. When I was younger (like last year sometime) she caught me in the kitchen lifting all of the cakes up to eat the filling. From that point on she doubled it just to compensate for my grazing. Nonnie is so good to me and such an enabler.
It was hard to photograph this because she moves so darn fast, but here she is putting the filling in.
Give them a light squish so the top adheres to the filling.
Then, take a huge bite. These are seriously too legit to quit.