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Celebrate the simpler, pleasurable things in life with a rousing account of a 1950s childhood and a sweet treat that represents the vast farmland of Pennsylvania. Great stories and whoopie pies are cause for celebration.

In Pulitzer Prize-winner Annie Dillard’s memoir An American Childhood, we’re transported to the Pittsburgh of her childhood. In the 1950s, its downtown was a vibrant blend of big city and hometown charm. We explore Dillard’s external world and her internal landscape, joining in as she indulges in daydreams about the French and Indian War, a passion for drawing, and intense fascination with rocks, bugs, and the French symbolists.

Lyrical and engaging, her almost-essays are a celebration of an all-American childhood in a different America than we inhabit today. It’s nostalgic and celebratory — just the right amount of sweetness and light with enough edge to keep things interesting.

Which brings us to… whoopie pies.

They, too, are a sweet treat with a mildly contentious history. Although states including Maine, Massachusetts, Virginia, and New Hampshire all claim to be the birthplace of the whoopie pie, we’re awarding that distinction to Pennsylvania.

The Pennsylvania Dutch Convention & Visitors Bureau says that the whoopie pie originated with the Amish and Pennsylvania Dutch people of eastern Pennsylvania. In that community, recipes are passed down through generations, not via written records, but by teaching them in the kitchen. According to Amish legend, when kids found the cookies in their lunch bags, they shouted, ‘Whoopie!’ And that’s how the dessert got its name.

In western Pennsylvania, these sandwich cookies are known as ‘gobs,’ perhaps because lumps of coal were called ‘gob piles.’ The little cakes — with frosting on the inside instead of the outside — resembled small lumps of coal hence the name gobs. Back in the day, Gobs were commercially produced by the now-defunct Harris & Boyar Bakery in Morrellville. The company most likely adapted a Pennsylvania Dutch recipe, which itself was based on a recipe from medieval Germany.

So how did a German-Amish-Pennsylvania Dutch dessert makes its way to New England? Food historians believe it can be traced to Yummy Book, a 1930s cookbook published to promote the Durkee Mower Company, the manufacturer of Marshmallow Fluff. (The company still offers an online version.) Their recipe for ‘Amish Whoopie Pie’ used marshmallow in the filling in place of butter or shortening. As any true Pennsylvanian and whoopie pie aficionado will tell you, this is sacrilege.

This recipe is based on a typical Amish recipe with one exception: It replaces the standard vegetable shortening in the filling with butter. Butter makes everything better. Whoopie!

Whoopie Pies

Makes 6. Total time: 1 hour.

Now we sat in the dark dining room, hushed. The big snow outside, the big snow on the roof, silenced our words and the scrape of our forks and our chairs. The dog was gone, the world outside was dangerously cold, and the big snow held the houses down and the people in. Behind me, tall chilled windows gave out onto the narrow front yard and the street. A motion must have caught my mother’s eye; she rose and moved to the windows, and father and I followed. There we saw the young girl, the transfigured Jo Ann Sheehy, skating along under the streetlight. She was turning on ice skates inside the streetlight’s yellow cone of light — illuminated and silent. She tilted and spun… Distant over the street, the night sky was moonless and foreign, a frail, bottomless black, and the cold stars speckled it without moving. — Annie Dillard

This vivid memoir (272 pages) was published in January of 1989 by Harper & Row Publishers. The book takes you to 1950s Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. David read An American Childhood and loved it; it wouldn't be on our site if he didn't recommend it.

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