Just Goes to Show You...

... sometimes you just never know. We took on an additional market this weekend (as if we don’t have enough on our plates), and as usual, regretted it, but not only was reasonably fruitful, it was fun. Go figure.

We were approached at the farmer’s market by some people involved with King Arthur Flour. They were having some special event, I wasn’t even sure what was going on, but they said they were looking for food vendors and asked if we were interested. We said maybe, and pondered it before deciding yes. Who wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to make a big fat paycheck... yeah, right?

As usual, the pursuit of the greenback led us to regret, and as the day approached, not only did we have no clue what the actual event was about, but we sure as heck didn’t want to do it. I mean, really, we’re tired and busy as it is. Then again, as R always says, if you give in to that extremely strong desire to throw in the towel and avoid new experiences, you’d never get off the couch.

Either way, we learned the event was King Arthur’s inaugural fall Harvest Festival, celebrating the season and their beautiful new complex, which for the record is really nice. Not that they need to promote themselves any more, they are a hot bed of activity. The event was on Saturday and started around 10:00, which meant getting there around 9:00 to set up. We figured nobody would eat falafels for breakfast, and decided to get there later. The organizers said that we could basically come and go as we pleased, which made it much more relaxed.

We also learned that there would be brick oven pizza, barbecue, and a crepe stand, in addition to all the food inside King Arthur at their cafe. At some point we sort of wondered why they even wanted us to be there. With all those good food choices, we didn’t have a chance, did we?

Needless to say, this did not help our state of mind, and as we prepared to go, the whole time I kept wondering, why are we doing this? We’re not going to sell anything, people don’t even know what falafels are, and are not going to choose them over pizza, ribs, or crepes. Plus, we were dragging our kids to yet another day of work, which made me feel guilty. The only upside going into it was we could leave whenever we wanted.

Well, it turns out that we were pretty wrong. First off, the weather was great, cool and breezy, with no rain (very key). The place was hopping, with a regular flow of people and we sold a fair number of falafels. In fact, it was a better day than most of the markets in the big city, which for the record, has been surprisingly slow.

Best of all, there were tons of activities for the kids, and they got to make cupcakes and pretzels, decorate cookies and eat free ice cream. They said they had a blast. I brought along N’s BMX bike, and that made a huge difference because there were all sorts of trails and hills to ride on. Plus, we saw a bunch of our friends, several of whom work at King Arthur.

All in all, it was a wonderful day, and we didn’t even want to do it in the first place. I love when that happens.

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Geoff Ward for the pic.