Weddingbee Blog

So I’m not sure if you remember (OK, I know you don’t), but I am a baking fanatic. Love it, love it, love it. After my red velvet whoopie pies were a hit at the Hamster cousins’ dessert party, I came up with this awesome(ly foolhardy) idea to bake whoopie pies for our favors.

Hamsters making Whoopie (the eating kind).

Well, with a to-do list that’s not getting any shorter and the time getting close, Mr. Hamster, Mom Hamster and Sis Hamster convinced me that baking 107 whoopie pies a day before the wedding probably wasn’t the best idea. Darn.

But I needed those whoopies. I had to have whoopies.

The reason was silly - but I had wanted tags that said “Whoopie! Miss and Mr. Hamster.” I know - it’s ridiculous as I’m typing it out now - but I was stuck on that idea. Whoopie!!! I mean, come on.

So, I turned to outside retailers. After some sampling research, I picked Wicked Whoopies to supply the Hamster wedding. They are pretty yummy, if I do say so myself. I placed my order and was on my merry way.

Or so I thought…

I had meant to order 60 red velvet minis and 60 classic minis. However, in my rush to order the pies, I accidentally ordered 60 red velvet minis and 36 ginormous classics. **Facepalm** Seriously, the classics are the size of a BigMac (a sandwich I know all too well). I must admit I cried a little when I realized the error of my ways.

NOT the same.

So here I was, left with too many big whoops, too few small whoops, and nothing was just right. Some creative math was needed. I evaluated our guest list and came up with this seemingly haphazard but actually extremely precise methodology:

Aunt/Uncle pairs will get one large whoopie per couple. Same for cousins with SOs. Friend couples will get one small whoopie per person, as will single guests. EXCEPT for some singles (grandma, my cousin’s daughter, some friends who will be traveling by themselves from afar) who will get one large whoopie to devour all by themselves. Confused yet? Yeah, me too.

And, to make the Pierre work for their service charge, I created an elaborate (but I think pretty straightforward) diagram showing both where our guests would sit, AND more importantly, where the whoopies would sit. I’m sure they would looooooove this.

Names are “wingdinged” to protect the innocent.

AND THEN! And then. Since I had ordered labels to complement the small whoopies, they looked absolutely ridonk on the big whoops. See for yourself:

Ridonk.

Soooooo, I made some larger labels on Microsoft Word and printed those babies out. Mom Hamster (thanks mom) cut out the labels.

Much better.

You think the story’s over right?

Not remotely.

THEN, I had a heart-to-heart with Sis Hamster and admitted to my neurotic self that it would really bother me to have different sized whoopies, some to share, some not, some straddling table spaces, some not - all haphazard. I felt bad for ordering the wrong whoops and creating wasted work for my mom, and silly for being left with 36 Mac-sized whoopies. I admit, there were more tears.

Sad Hamster

So, the resolution? I’m ordering 60 more whoops, they will all be the same size, and everyone will get one. Yes, it will cost a bit more, but in the grand scheme of things, I’m paying less than $100 so I can *not* look at my pictures afterward and go “Hm. That looks weird.” Problem solved.

Whoopie!! Whoopie?

(Sigh)

What has made you cry during the planning process?