Are you kidding me? No, she gives most of them away. Handing out roasted pumpkin seeds seems to be some sort of a seasonal badge of honor.This is for the seeds or for you to enjoy while watching tv?
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Are you kidding me? No, she gives most of them away. Handing out roasted pumpkin seeds seems to be some sort of a seasonal badge of honor.This is for the seeds or for you to enjoy while watching tv?
LOL. Worcestershire Sauce is for the seeds.I meant the Worcestershire Sauce.
Well, then, as you seem to want to be unbiased,No thanks for either PA or ME traditional whoopie pies. Way too much chocolate for my taste. I'd have to be having a serious case of carb craving and no other flavors to choose from to go for one of those.
Aye,Ah yes, the Die Wunnerbaare Whoopie Pie versus the Wicked Pissah Whoopie Pie. I’m putting my money on the Amish for the win. You'uns might agree.
Oh, gawd no. I'm one of those who would be barfing right along once someone else started barfing. Just ask my kids!Well, then, as you seem to want to be unbiased,
You qualify to be the barfing judge.
Points for barfing style and quantity with quality being equal?
Second Place Prize...Aye,
and the Die wunnerbaare Shoofly Pie will be awarded to the loser of the Whoopie Pie contest. (a win-win for me and all other PA Whoopie Pie contestants)
PS. So happy to see that you used the proper vernacular AND spelled it correctly.
Second Place Prize...
Third Place Prize (best salad dressing know to man)...
stacy270 Did you have a chance to visit the Whoopie Pie Cafe when you were in Bangor? I don't remember exactly how many different varieties they have but has to be over 20 and the pumpkin chocolate chip (but with cream cheese filling--like what is used with carrot cake) is currently on their menu.
Sacrilege! There is only one true Whoopie Pie. Chocolate cakey outers with the creamy vanilla center. Anything else are whoopie wannabe’s.
This thread is going to be a PA, Maine battle. I've never had any but chocolate...
I agree! Pumpkin has become a pox on human existence this time of the year. What is the romantic appeal to pumpkin? Over the weekend my lovely wife wanted me to pick up 4 pumpkins. I said I would head down to the local grocery store and pick them up. OH THE HORRORS! NO WAY! They had to come from a local farm. I asked her where do you think the grocery store gets them from? But there is no rational when it comes to the seasonal pumpkin ritual, I’ve discovered. So I drive out to the countryside farm Saturday morning and grab 4 nicely shaped pumpkins they had setting by stand (I hope the wife doesn't visit the SKMB). I demanded a receipt for my purchase to prove where I got them.
I was not about to do what my daughter and her friend did last year, which was stand in their line for 15 minutes at the farm, in order to hop on a cart filled with hay bales, pulled by a tractor, and be driven up to the pumpkin fields. Dropped off with bags to wander through the many pumpkin patches looking for the perfect pumpkins. (I swear, only white people would be crazy enough to pay someone extra, in order to do the work of picking their own vegetables.) Then stand and wait for the tractor to come around and take you back, stand in line again, so you can weigh and pay. Last year my 13 year-old-daughter made us trudge to farthest part of the fields from where the tractor dropped us off, and they both picked the biggest pumpkins they could find (probably 30 pounds each). I told them they were crazy and they had to carry them back themselves, as there was no way I was going to carry them. It took us over a half an hour to get back to the drop off spot because the had to stop and rest every 50 feet or so. And they accused me of child abuse at the end for not helping them carry their monstrosities.
So Saturday afternoon the ritual of gutting and carving commenced (I mowed the lawn). The cleaning of the pumpkin guts and drying of the seeds took them all evening before the annual roasting of the pumpkin seeds could commence. At 10 pm I had to run to another town (where the 24 hour grocery store was located) in order to get a new bottle of Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce, because nothing but the best would suffice. By 2 am Sunday morning the process was finally complete. 12 hours of work to get 6 cups of seeds... What is wrong with this picture? Sunday afternoon the 27 different tools came out to begin the carving of the pumpkins. I, instead, watched the Jets play with Scotch & soda in hand... None of that pumpkin alcohol or beer was to be found... Thank god.
They're on Hammond Street just down the road from Steve's house and looks like they're open on Sundays, too.A Whoopie Pie Cafe! Good grief I totally missed that!Thanks for the heads up. My thighs just expanded a bit just thinking about it! I will have to think of a way to "incorporate" Bangor into one of our weekend rides
I lived about 2 miles from Mahoning Valley (Carbon County, PA) in the 70’s where Wos Wit began on the Kresge farm. I used to go on weekends to get their products. You went into the barn were they were making and canning the foods, and see what they had available to sell that day. The process of making their product seemed like right out of the 1700’s. Wonderful family and always a pleasure to speak with.OH! OH! Me loves me some good Chow-chow!! I just got a couple of jars to last me through the upcoming Winter. mmmmmmmmm
That dressing is awesome good to make a nice hot bacon dressing for greens... kale, lettuce, dandelion, etc.....
yup!
They're on Hammond Street just down the road from Steve's house and looks like they're open on Sundays, too.
Yeah, but you've got to share the spoils with Florida.No kidding right.No need to go to the Thunderdome....it's just a simple recipe.PA can totally have the whoopie pie.We have "something" no mere whoopie pie can contend with! Muaahahahahhahaha.
Commando pumpkin picking... sounds a tad dangerous. That must be one unique patch.Hahahaha! This cracked me up and made me realize something.I totally feel the same way as your wife about "where" we get our pumpkins(this year we are going commando).It's truely illogical! Maybe it's a way for us to have enforced family time!
Yeah, but you've got to share the spoils with Florida.