I’ve always had a little (we’re talking teensy) rebellious streak.
Like the time, in sixth grade, I decided to bend the rules about “natural hair color” just a little and dye my hair fire-engine red from a box. After being stopped by a yard duty during recess, my argument was “red hair is natural; just look at my brother” and promptly pointed a finger in the direction of my naturally red-headed younger sibling, whose red hair is (naturally) extremely bright.
Or the time I brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to school with green apple-mint jelly and kids told me I was eating “slime” and I had to have raspberry jelly with my PBJ.
Well raspberry jelly is awful and who cares that apple-mint jelly is a condiment for lamb shanks? It tastes spectacular on a PBJ and thanks, but my slime tastes great.
See? I’m clearly a rule-breaker in the eyes of the world. Defaming PBJs and pushing the boundaries of authority at the ripe old age of elementary school.
Things haven’t changed, either. I still prefer my PBJs to be accented with that delicious bright green jelly and in high school I had every hair color but a “natural” color–colors that couldn’t even be argued natural… not for hair, anyway.
This crazy, wild, breaking tradition kinda thing is weird for me, since generally, I dislike change.
My routine is upset I become very emotional and find life hard to deal with thanks to the new curve-ball in my everyday, planned out life’s schedule.
I still plan my outfits, people. There’s no changing the fact that I’m supremely obsessed with looking okay.
Or if I’m wearing one outfit specific to say, mall perusing, and suddenly my boyfriend wants to go hiking, I have a minor freak-out inside and feel like I need to scream and cry and revert back to my grade-school self, fearless of authority and comments about eating slime. What would sixth-grade Hayley do?
…Probably sass back and look downright adorable while doing it, that’s what.
It’s funny that sometimes, our younger selves say more about who we really are than our older, more “wiser” selves do.
Lil Hayley didn’t care about what people thought. She proudly ate her slime sandwich and wore her hair in many colors, often receiving disapproving looks from older folks (and more traditional types of people, hence the fan of breaking tradition).
So who cares if boyfriend decides to change plans that may not work well with my particular shoes, or if I decide to, say, make a classic whoopie pie recipe and use cake mix instead of scratch ingredients, butter instead of shortening and make the filling cotton candy flavored instead of classic marshmallow?
And if you are some weird, anal, traditionalist who prefers their whoopie pies classic and hates colored hair and thinks apple mint jelly is only appropriate with a sauteed and braised lamb shank, then you’ve come to the wrong place.
‘Cause Lil Hayley doesn’t care what you think.
And Lil Hayley is now big Hayley, who likes to have fun and break tradition.
This whoopie pie concoction was all about rule-breaking. #1: the cupcake queen ventured out of her comfort zone to make her FIRST EVER whoopie pie; #2: cupcake queen’s first ever whoopie pie was not a classic flavor, but instead a Funfetti Whoopie Pie with Cotton Candy Filling; and #3: while it didn’t turn out exactly (see, I’m still picky about everything looking just right) how I’d envisioned, it tastes AMAZING and still looks adorable–perfect for a homemade treat, bake sale or even a gift.
Forget about chocolate whoopie pies with marshmallow frosting.
Forget about green not being a natural hair color.
Forget about what constitutes a “normal” jelly flavor.
Forget all your traditions, your expectations, your beliefs. And try these. Then worship me, and we can start a cult and I’ll be your leader, constantly baking you awesome treats.
Okay, so that didn’t work. Whatever. Make these anyway.
Funfetti Whoopie Pies with Cotton Candy Filling *adapted from a recipe I nabbed at Miss Cupcake’s blog, here.
1 box Funfetti cake mix, plus ingredients on back of box
1 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 stick butter, softened
2-3 cups powdered sugar
1 7oz container marshmallow fluff
1/2 tsp cotton candy flavoring oil (if you prefer to have it plain, substitute with 1 tsp vanilla extract)
Pink and teal Wilton food gels, optional
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly grease two cookie sheets with cooking spray; pat off excess spray with a paper towel and discard. In a large bowl, prepare cake mix according to package directions (If using Pillsbury’s cake mix, I used the ‘whole egg’ recipe). Stir flour into cake batter until a soft dough forms. Using a teaspoon or a cookie dough scoop, drop small spoonfuls of dough, 1 inch apart, on prepared baking sheets. Bake, approximately 12-14 minutes or until lightly golden brown and set. Allow to cool about 5 minutes on pan, then transfer to a wire rack to complete cooling.
2. When cookies are cooled, create your filling. In a large bowl of a stand mixer, beat softened butter, marshmallow fluff, and cotton candy oil until creamy, about 2 minutes. Gradually add in powdered sugar, one cup at a time, until a soft filling is reached. Remember, this is NOT frosting–it doesn’t need to be stiff! Just soft and spreadable enough, as long as it isn’t wet or too drippy. If desired, tint filling with food colors in separate bowls.
3. Take one cookie and flip it over, bottoms up. Spread filling onto bottom of cookie, careful not to pile too high (or else filling with seep out sides). Top with another cookie. Store in an airtight container at room temperature. If you’d like, you can roll the edges of filling in sprinkles or jimmies for an extra festive touch.
I love breaking traditions… especially this one.
Who knew Funfetti cake mix could make an excellent whoopie pie?! Genius. And the cotton candy/marshmallow filling is TO. DIE. FOR. I love cotton candy. Especially when it’s sandwiched between two sprinkle-loaded delights that are a delicious hybrid between a cookie and a cupcake. Yes, please.
Also, did it bother anyone else I posted two Funfetti posts one after another? Didn’t think so. See? Breakin’ rules all over the place. You can’t contain me.