snobbery

A few days ago I went into a high-end specialty food store, where my family has frequented since I was quite young. They happen to be having a sale and I love their chocolate selection. I went in and happened upon a sample table where a lovely young lady, who was quite cheery and eager to talk, was putting together whoopie pies ... from a box mix. For those uneducated few - a whoopie pie is a delicious dessert from New England and Amish country. It consists of two small round, moist, smooth (usually) chocolate cakes separated by a sweet fluffy white filling. They are deadly. I observed what this young woman was making and noticed that her "cakes" were flat, too pale in chocolatey color, looked to be a bit on the crisp side and the filling was far too runny to be real whoopie pies. So I tasted one to see if my observations were true - the "cakes" were better than expected, but too crisp on the edges and did not melt in my mouth the way a real whoopie pie would, and the filling was, indeed, sub-par in its fluffiness and taste. However, I must give the company some small kudos for attempting to produce boxed whoopie pie mix. As for me, I think I'll stick with the homemade, from scratch whoopie pies. And, yes, I am aware that I am a whoopie pie snob.