So I guess Sex and the City made cupcakes trendy. The New York Times is trying to do the same with Whoopie pies. I’m not sure it’ll work (the gray lady ain’t that sexy) but it does make me want to include them at my wedding. Variety is the spice of life after all. The only problem is that the none of the bakeries I shop at do whoopie pies exist on the menu. In fact, I probably haven’t eaten one in years. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t include a dozen at my wedding. Have you seen how they look? How can anyone say no to them? They just scream PUT ME IN YOUR BELLY. Or maybe I have a weird obsession and believe desserts can speak to me. And that they demand to be eaten. And live in my belly.