Weddingbee Blog

I’m one of those people who can’t afford or make their own macarons but want the style and yums of a round sandwich cookie. Enter the whoopie pie! Many, many bees before me have successfully made these for their weddings and have inspired me to follow their example. And, Mr. Crepe promised me that when I visited, he’d help me make a batch to see if it was something I wanted to tackle on the actual day.

At first, I wanted to make them from scratch but came across a recipe that used a cake mix. I decided to go with it, and here’s my reasoning…if I can’t make them from a cake mix, I should probably MOVE ON. This homegirl has no business trying to make cookies for a wedding if she can’t make 20 cookies from a mix.

The recipe called for 1 box of cake mix, .75 cup of water, and two eggs. I got a box of carrot cake mix and some whipped cream cheese frosting for this experiment.

I used a half teaspoon to measure out each cookie and that worked out pretty well, until I got lazy and things started looking amoeba-like. Bloop.

But 10 minutes in the oven and..

Not bad, right? They look pretty cute, considering how quickly I blew through the process. (It had been a super long day and I was a zombie.) The recipe essentially made the cake batter more concentrated so the whole thing was much too sweet for my taste. Since the easy part was actually making the batter and the part that took the longest was spooning them out, I’d just go with batter from scratch next time.

So what’s the verdict? The decision to make these for the wedding is still up in the air. The part of me that wants to include handmade touches everywhere is trying to figure out how much earlier these cookies can be made (can the cookies be made the week before and still taste fresh?), but the part of me that doesn’t want ANOTHER project to tackle is just ready to throw her hands up and leave all the foodstuff to someone else.

And you know what gets my goat? (Yes I am bringing that phrase back.) Mister Crepe KNEW. He knew that telling me NOT to do something would have been accepted as a personal challenge—so he told me do a test run. Knowing all along that it would wear me out and make me realize that I had taken on too much. Well, that makes me want to stamp my foot and just MAKE THE STINKIN’ COOKIES. Huff.

Or maybe I should just be grateful that I’ve got a guy who knows how to get around my personality issues.

Have you ever made whoopie pies? Do you have any tips or favorite recipes you want to share with the hive?