Cooking For Joy

This Is a Time for Gobs

Don’t call them whoopie pies

I poured a generous serving of sauvignon blanc into a Mason jar and had a long FaceTime chat with my friend Katelyn the other evening. We both grew up in southwestern Pennsylvania — she’s from Johnstown, and I’m from a small town called Irwin — and we’ve been friends since we worked at the University of Pittsburgh’s student