So basically, for the last few hours all I’ve been thinking about is the glory that is Shoofly Pie and its many wondrous culinary cousins, all of which hail from the heart of Lancaster County. I keep telling you guys about this place and I’m frankly astonished you aren’t there now, checking it out for yourselves. To entice you, might I offer up my three favorite country-time baked goods? I thought so:
Shoofly Pie: This is like the godfather of Lancaster County Cuisine. “Leave the gun, take the Shoofly Pie.” Amirite? Listen, this little ditty is what happens when you basically combine butter, brown sugar and molasses in your oven. This is like my absolute favorite dessert of all time (and I’m including gummy bears in that) and if you want us to continue being on speaking terms, you should probably try some now. You should also probably have a gigantic glass of milk handy because whoa, boy, that is that some sweetness right there. Also, a dentist. Definitely have one of those handy because your natural born teeth are not long for this world.
Whoopie Pies: You saw this one coming, didn’t you? That’s fine. It’s obvious because it is The Truth. Two soft, puffy, delightful cakey cookies surrounding a creamy center? It’s like Oreos x 10,000. These days hipsters of all stripes are trying to defile my darling Whoopies by creating things like Lavender Whoopie Pies with Lemon Chiffon Filling, but, as always, my motto remains: “Screw you, hipsters.” Go for chocolate with vanilla cream or go home. Beware. There is a fine line between a glorious Whoopee and a Whoopee that my father will describe as “dry and nasty.” Pick your poison wisely.
Achenbach’s Donuts: Okay, I realize I’m getting specific here, but spare me your fancy cardamom donuts, city dwellers. I want my donut fried up by an Amishy baker, covered in chocolate icing, and filled with the densest, sugariest cream you can find. Achenbach’s is a baker based in Leola, but they send their donuts to Dosie Dough, the little coffee shop right in my hometown of Lititz. Whenever I visit my dad picks up 9 million donuts that he claims are a welcome home present for me. It’s hard to take him seriously when his face is covered in icing, though.
Can you taste the goodness? Why are you still reading this? Go, go!!