WORLD'S LARGEST WHOOPIE PIE - IN MAINE!

There has long been a friendly (or maybe not-so-friendly) debate about where the whoopie pie originated. Pennsylvania lays claim to it, but so does Maine, and we all know Maine is the place where the whoopie pie got its start. The ordinary, everyday whoopie pe is a fairly substantial cake-cookie type thing, which fits on a regular dessert plate:

However, the Wicked Whoopie Pie Company decided to prove once and for all that Maine could make the world's largest whoopie pie. And they did just that, at the Maine Mall in south Portland today.

When I arrived at the mall to document the event, they already had it half-built:

All that remained was to put the top layer of cake on. There was a bit of strategic planning going on at the side of the ring:

But the crew bravely hoisted it up and walked over to the half-built pie, to slide it off the board onto the filling:

Unfortunately, the top layer was a bit too heavy, and the filling started oozing out from the sides, making cracks in the top:
















The final whoopie pie, weighing in at over 1000 pounds, is not picture -perfect, but it IS the World's Largest Whoopie Pie!

And in case you're wondering about the statistics:

Way to go, Wicked Whoopies!

AT LAST!

Finally we have flowers. Although these were store-bought, and you can see there's still patchy snow on the ground outside, it still means that spring is not too far around the corner.

...and as long as we're photographing flowers, it's always nice to get a few macro shots in as well:

HERE WE GO AGAIN

It's snowing. Not all that unusual for Maine, but I've found that in the past, whenever I get new tires to deal with the weather, we don't have any more snow. It didn't work this year:

 There was one good sign, however. The blue Bud Light truck managed to get through!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY - THANK YOU, SUSAN!

Peanut butter balls, fudge, chocolate-covered pretzels, oh my!

PORTLAND CAR WASH ABSTRACT

My dark green car was gray; moreover, the gray rubbed off on my clothes when I touched it.  It was high time to get the car washed. The snowstorms had been coming so close together, it was pointless and a waste of money to do it earlier.  But we were finally presented with more than 2 days of clear weather, so I took a deep breath and sprang for it.  This is what your car sees going through the car wash: