Where the Wickedness Began
It all started with a cookie. Not just any cookie—an almond iced cookie that magically vanished from holiday party trays the minute it appeared. Every year at work, I’d bake them, and every year, they’d disappear faster than the copier during performance review season.
Then came the apple cake. In 2018, I made 40 mini loaves, as Holiday gifts for the staff. Moist in the middle, crunchy on top, and totally addictive. When the pandemic hit, I couldn't share them in person, so I filmed myself making one (yes, like a baking show, minus the camera crew and lighting).
The year we were finally supposed to return to the office, COVID said “plot twist!” and the party was canceled again. But the 40 apple cakes were already baked—and guess what? People came anyway. They found me. They claimed their loaves like it was cake destiny. Some even bartered with coworkers to get extra. I’m not saying it turned into a black market, but let’s just say the apple cake had… currency.
Now, I’ve taken the hint. These treats need a wider audience—and fewer office politics. So here I am, sharing the goods with all of Indiana. I am now a Home-Based Vendor registered with the state.
Cookies. Cake. Joy. All wickedly yummy. Welcome to Wickedly Yummy Stuff. Enjoy!
Family, Flour, and a Whole Lot of Love
Wickedly Yummy Stuff started as my dream, but it quickly turned into a full-on family production. As the youngest of eight siblings, plus a whole crew of nieces, nephews, and great-nieces and nephews, I’m never short on helpers—or taste testers.
From stirring the batter to sneaking cookies (which happens more than you’d think), my family keeps things lively in the kitchen. It’s a little chaotic, a lot of laughter, and a ton of love baked right into every cookie and loaf of apple cake.
So when you enjoy our treats, you’re not just getting a delicious bite—you’re sharing in a family tradition that’s as sweet as the goodies themselves.
My sister and great nephew swooped in to help prepare for the market with only a day's notice—apparently, last-minute heroics run in the family!