Work a Market
// April 16th, 2010 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
This is a note for all people that move to a new town and want to be part of the community. Get a small job serving your community.
When my husband and I first moved to Colorado two years ago we did not know anyone. He had a consulting gig he carried over from Miami, I got a gig working with a consulting firm here right away. I traveled a lot and was home for a week then away for a week. Our circle of friends was non-existent as the summer started in 2008. Eventually I made friends through work and during one of my weeks off a co-worker and I decided to cook up a crazy Indian feast. It was a Boulder Farmers’ Market day so my husband left us in the kitchen while he rode down to the market. When he returned he had all kinds of produce, a delicious pine nut macaroon for me and news… he got me a job. I looked at him like I wanted to kill him, I already had a job and enjoyed my week off, but I heard him out.
If you know him he is a chatty guy. Well the bakers where he bought the macaroon from used a sweetener I am not allergic to and he was overjoyed he could buy me a cookie. After talking with them longer he learned they needed Saturday help for their bakery stand. He said I would do it. I have to admit, it was a pretty damn good cookie and I was in. The pay was not much, but it isn’t like I had a lot of people to hang out with on my week off.
So it was, I would man the stand on the Saturdays I was in town and my husband would take the shift the weeks I was gone. And oh my goodness, did we have a blast!! The both of us began friendly relationships with regular customers, other vendors, and quickly found ourselves as part of the community we just moved to. Towards the end of the summer the two of us would run the stand if the bakers were busy, in the winter we set up shop for them at the Fort Collins Winter Market, and we have become really good friends with the business owners.
Sadly the economy took its toll on the bakery and they are now defunct. We are still solid with the bakers though and consider them family. Their opportunity allowed us to engage in the local food community in such a swift way that I know who to call if I want someone to raise poultry for me, if I want someone to pull a raspberry bush off their property so I can grow one too, and I have a phone number to pick up stone ground wheat even if I want it in the dead of winter. I have met many good people thanks to our experience at the market.
Therefore if you are new to town, or just looking to have a great time meeting your community and the local food scene try to work a stand at a market. We have so many here in the Front Range. I know there are ads on craigslist pretty often during market season asking for help. And it never hurts to say hello to your food producers and see if they could use an extra set of hands.













In the United States we celebrated Thanksgiving this week. The day means different things to different people. For some it is a day that marks the genocide of the indigenous people of our country. For others it is a day to hang our heads for all the turkeys that will be sacrificed to the altar of gluttony. Personally I love the holiday to celebrate the bounty of food we have, how easy our lives are that we get to partake in a feast, and by surrounding ourselves with those we care for when we share the feast. In short it is a day to be grateful for what we have and give thanks.



