It’s almost midnight as I’m writing this, but I can’t sleep now…I’m up scouring the internet for the perfect Mennonite Whoppie Pie Recipe. You see, after looking through some of our New York photos, I was reminded of the most glorious desserts I’ve ever tasted: real, authentic whoopie pies from the farmer’s market. My mouth is seriously watering right now.
Since I’m awake, I’ll push my bedtime back just a few more minutes and share a few of our photos from the farmer’s market (plus our gorgeous drive up there). I will probably never get over all that gorgeous green. I lingered over the fresh cherries and flowers and Ellie and Grandma Zurcher chased puppies and petted the horses parked with their buggies.
Oh, and as soon as I find that perfect whoopie pie recipe, you will be the first to know. Well, if they last long enough for a good pictures. I have a feeling they’re going to be gobbled up in a flash!
^^ This drive. That view. Absolute perfection. ^^
^^ Darling old church building. ^^
^^ The cutest family of Mennonites I ever did see. ^^
^^ Pretty, please can I have that door? ^^
^^ Fresh fruit and flowers, oh my! ^^
^^ It was all I could do to share that last half with Ellie. So. Dang. Good. ^^
^^ Chasing dogs with Grandma ^^
^^ Little, old pizza place. Wished we would have stopped in, sometimes those old, inconspicuous restaurants have the best food! ^^
^^ This house? Yes, I’ll take it and all it’s charm, please. ^^