About WYWD…

Welcome, my devious darlings, to Whisk You Were Dead, the only baking blog where sarcasm is the main ingredient and everything’s served with a side of snark.

I’m J—your resident elder emo, butter enthusiast, and unapologetic coffee addict. I’ve been rocking eyeliner since MySpace was a thing, and I’m here to prove that baking doesn’t have to be sunshine and Pinterest vibes. Think less “live, laugh, love” and more “whisk, bake, brood.”

Here at Whisk You Were Dead, you’ll find recipes as rich as Jeff Bezos and as dark as my audiobook playlist. I’m all about creating treats that are indulgent, moody, and maybe just a little overdramatic. But don’t worry—I’ll walk you through every step with the kind of honesty only failure can inspire.

Whether you’re here to drown your feelings in frosting or you’re just looking for something sweet to pair with your true crime obsession, you’re in the right place.

Grab a whisk, crank up some My Chemical Romance, and let’s make something deliciously dark together. Stay tuned for recipes, TikToks, and probably more coffee-fueled rants than you asked for.

J.