Move over marshmallow Peeps! A new pack of sweets are in town.
A marshmallow, toothpicks, edible ink, a little candy and a hollow plastic Easter egg. Perfect! I'd much rather see a sweet little edible chick in an egg as opposed to the half dollars of my youth. I imagine I'd be able to get these without the accompanying WWII stories as well. Love you Uncle Ray, but a seven year old doesn't need to know about the South Pacific Theater.
There's making whoopie and then there's making whoopie pies. I need to get on the whoopie pie train one of these days. I look at them every day all over these here internets yet I've never eaten one! What is wrong with the world?