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What the Hell is Nunya?

It started like all great bad ideas do — with a Firefighter and a Nurse making questionable decisions in paradise. Instead of relaxing, they decided to build a mouth-watering monstrosity of fermented dough and unapologetically thick Whipts.

One had a God complex about crust. The other couldn’t stop Whipping things into sinful, spreadable madness. Together, they summoned the chaos gods of carbs. And now they haunt your local farmer’s market like two possessed apron-wearing demons of deliciousness.

We don’t do basic. We don’t do quiet. We do freakishly sexy sourdough and dangerously addictive Whipts that will make your grandma blush and your keto friend cry.

If it looks like bread, smells like a problem, and tastes like sin — yeah, that’s probably us. And no, we’re not sorry.

“Nunya” — Really?

Yeah. Nunya business. That’s the vibe. That’s the brand. That’s the energy we bring when we roll up with a trunk full of carbs and zero chill.

It’s sassy. It’s messy. It’s loud, lewd, and locally baked. Born in Oahu, raised in Missouri, and baked with the reckless passion of people who never asked permission.

If you’re looking for delicate, quiet baked goods that whisper sweet nothings to your tastebuds — keep walking. But if you’re down for a full-flavored back-alley brawl of bread and whipped chaos, welcome home.

This is Nunya. We bake it hot, crusty, and inappropriate. You’ll pretend it’s a gift — then eat the whole damn thing alone in your car.