Woo! Two in a row for Delen!

I should be staggering these, but I can't wait that long. My memory is that of a goldfish. I've been going to a cute coffee shop I discovered (called "The Coffee Shop"), and the other morning I spotted a homemade pumpkin scone or streudel or somesuch delicious-looking nonsense topped with maple icing. Probably a much better version of the fakey pumpkin streudels floating around out there.

I had fully intended to try it when I came back with my girlfriends later that day, but, alas, their pastries had changed! (Testament to their homemade-ness, no doubt). But they had replaced it with something even more interesting: a homemade pumpkin whoopie pie! Now, whoopie pies (along with moon pies, and any other sort of pie-named item that isn't actually a pie) are not something I am familiar with, being from the Northwest. The closest I can imagine is an Oreo Cakester, which I have never been brave enough to consume.

Apparently, however, pumpkin whoopies (I felt like a little kid saying a dirty word when I ordered one) are a pretty popular thing! This one was thin and wide and soft, falling apart in my fingers. As I gather, they are meant to be thick and fluffy, like cake. But it was still amazingly delicious. There was a sort of creamcheese frosting filling that was marshmallow in it's texture. It was surprisingly light and not too filling. It was easy to break off pieces and eat while carrying on a conversation - something I don't imagine would be possible if I had to use two hands to consume it like a hamburger.

Over all, delicious and definitely something I would consider again.