It might not be clear from the title, but this blog post is all about the snacking my cousin Evie and I did on the road back from the wedding we attended the weekend before I returned to Spain. Through the states of New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and finally New York, we stopped a few times — only at the finest establishments.
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| EVIE’S FAVORITE ON-THE-ROAD SNACK. I USED TO CALL THEM DONUT HOLES. DUNKIN DONUTS CALL THEM MUNCHKINS I CAN THINK OF SOME OTHER NAMES FOR THE CHOCOLATE ONES. |
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| A TRUCK STOP IN VERMONT. |
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| THE SURPRISES THAT AWAITED AT THE TRUCK STOP. |
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| A WALL OF TEMPTATIONS. |
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| OVER-SIZED WHOOPIE PIES. |
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| I HEADED OUT WITH AN OATMEAL/CHOCOLATE “BAR” … BECAUSE OATMEAL IS HEALTHY. |
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| EVIE HAD NEVER HAD A WHOOPIE PIE AND THOUGHT WE’D SPLIT ONE. BUT THAT WAS WAY TOO MUCH WHOOPIE FOR ME. |
Since I’m sure you can’t live without some more information on the Whoopie Pie, I’ll tell you that it’s the State Treat of Maine (as opposed to the State Dessert, which is blueberry pie). Pennsylvania, Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts all claim the Whoopie Pie as their own invention. The Whoopie Pie is really thought to have its origins in Amish and German culture and was most likely brought to Maine by Amish groups that migrated from Pennsylvania. Apparently, the expression “whoopie pie” is now also used to describe a variety of adult-rated activities. But you can look that up yourself in the Urban Dictionary.
That’s what you get folks…
