Wicked Whoopies

Make a living baking whoopie pies?! It sounds crazy now, because no one else has done such a thing. But at the time, over fifteen years ago, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. My husband David had a good job at the local shipyard, yet with two young kids, we could certainly make use of another income. I loved to bake (even now, over four million whoopie pies later, I still love to bake!) and my whoopie pies were legendary within my circle of friends and family: everyone called them “wicked.” (In Maine, when something’s good, we call it “good.” When something’s great, we call it “wicked.”) It seemed to be my calling: baking and selling Wicked Whoopie Pies from my home in Gardiner, Maine.