Smells of buttercream and sugar fill the air as Freshman Abbie Rockers adds a coat of icing to a chocolate cupcake. Abbie Rockers has owned her baking business, Abbie’s Sweet Treats, since February 2016.
“I’ve always loved baking, it was a tradition with my grandma at every holiday,” Rockers said. “My mom taught me some recipes but then I would always [bake] with my grandma, then my other grandma got me all my supplies.”
Abbie’s grandmother, Linda Rockers, said she started teaching Abbie how to bake when Abbie was five or six years old.
“I admire [Abbie] because she’s independent, she knows what she wants to do and she goes for it,” Linda said.
Linda said she was delighted when she found out that Abbie was starting Abbie’s Sweet Treats.
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Bates has bought Abbie baking supplies for previous birthdays and Christmases.
“When I find something that I know she’s interested in, I always try and get a bunch of stuff together and give it to her for either Christmas or her birthday,” Barbara said.
Rockers’s business ranges from macarons to cakes. She said she has sold her baked goods to people throwing birthday parties, a first communion, a retirement party and an anniversary party.
Rockers said she used to just bake for fun but then a family friend, Kim Kauth, bought cupcakes for her boutique party.
“Her cupcakes were awesome. [Everyone was] raving about them,” Kauth said.
Rockers said that Kauth told others about Abbie’s Sweet Treats and it gradually spread by word of
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