If you're like me, you love going to farmer's markets. I love the stories, the vision, the dirt under the fingernails, the hippies, the living-the-dream, the spectacle, the fun! What's not to like? It's kind of like traveling and imagining picking mangoes off your own lanai (I could do that), or passing the Tour Eiffel on your walk to work (ditto). At market, I wander around from booth to booth, muttering inside, "I could do that!; I could ditch my house and live out of a wagon!; I could be a hippie!
So, okay, some things aren't meant to be and not for lack of trying. But I can be a farmer's market vendor. And it suits me!
As they say, being your own boss is hard work. Indeed, they are right; your hours are 24/7 and you hold every position. I take Thursdays off my regular job and head to the Evergreen Kitchen at the crack of dawn. I bake for 6-7 hours non-stop--and, except for engaging in the Bremerton parking waltz every couple hours, it is a zen-like period of intense work. In those hours I make everything from cookies to cakes, to tarts and pies, decorating, primping and packing it all up. I run home for a bite, and pack the truck. Hello Boot Camp! Who needs the gym when you're hauling tents, sandbags and ridiculously heavy display furniture? Who ever thought that table was a good idea? (uh, me). Then, back down to the kitchen to pick up the goodies, and over to the park to set up, wipe the brow, and smile.
This isn't where I suddenly turn into a hippie, I just fall into what feels utterly natural. I absolutely love what I do as Bon Bon, and love (LOVE!) everything I peddle. Farmer's market visitors are happy! Combine that with the goodness that goes into a farmer's market product and a very precious moment is before you to savor.