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| Great Whoopie Pie Caper of 2011 |
My husband is a snack-a-holic. I think he actually needs to attend a program. If he ever questions the DNA of our children all I have to do is remind him of the Whoopie Pie Caper of 2011 to reassure him that our darlings are in fact
his. My hubby in his quest for the next perfect bite size snack introduced Starbucks mini-whoopie pies-specifically red velvet to our children. We limit the sweets in our house because their energy level on a scale of 1-10 is 2,000. Just seems to be smart to limit their sugar intake so they don't try to take over the world using brute force (aka the dog) by age four.
My husband in his infinite wisdom gave sugar deprived {in their opinion} twins butter cream frosting on red velvety cake goodness and they
liked loved it. To which I reply, "Dear God, what have YOU done?" I can see their eyes dilate once the sugar hits the blood stream-their intake of oxygen is quickening and they decide that whoopie pies are
good life sustaining necessities and they want---gulp--- more {Egad man, what have you done?}. My husband puts on his best "What? No, really what?" face and tells these children who fell in love at first bite that these are special treats and not meant to be eaten everyday {says the snack-a-holic}. I knew their "ohhhhh okay" unison response was not to be believed.
Today, my darling husband brings home two whoopie pies so that I can work on my photography shots and so that I can use them as a bribe so he'll attend a swing dance class with a happy whoopie pie smile. I told you he was a snack-a-holic---I use what works and cake and butter cream work. My little darlings see the whoopie pies and I can see my son's wheels turning--he's thinking "that cake will be mine".
Eventually, I turned around long enough for the classic hand swipe to occur and it did. I'm thankful that the whoopie pies are small so the sugar intake was minimal {I know I'm lying to myself, but let a woman dream} and I was able to save the last one of the two so I could still bribe the hubby.
All and all not too bad; unless, you're the whoopie pie then it was doomed from the word go.
