Thursday August 6th, 2009

The exercise:

Today's prompt is: restaurant supplies.

Yeah, I'm not sure what you can do with that one. But I challenge you to impress me with your brilliance!

Mine:

While I've been stuck in Vancouver, doing my time at my desk job (which I'm still enjoying, for the record), Kat has been busting her butt in Osoyoos to get our little vegetable business up off the ground. And it's paying off already.

We've just been accepted into the Penticton farmer's market, which is significantly larger than the Osoyoos one, and I'll be heading back there next weekend to help Kat out at the table. We've got a lot of food ready to be sold and we're hoping that the larger crowds will help us to move it all out the garden door. But that's not the biggest development.

No, that would be Kat managing to get our food into the kitchens and onto the tables of two local businesses: Passa Tempo and Dolci Deli. If things work out this summer we'll be looking into taking planting requests for next summer from these places. It's really exciting and I wish I could be there to be more involved this summer but Kat is obviously doing just fine without me.

You'd think she was the one with a the marketing degree that's lain dormant for the last eight years, not me.

2 Comments:

Greg said...

Oooh! That all sounds very exciting -- your own business, and supplying local restaurants too! That's so good, and so environmentally credible too :) Congratulations!

And that's another of your wonderful little editorials ;-)

Restaurant supplies

"Don't marry him," my mother said,
"Or your life will be like a restaurant."
I laughed of course,
And she pursed her lips,
And narrowed her eyes
'Til her crow's feet stood out,
And said, tightly, "You'll just be restaurant supplies.
You'll be the catering pack of oil,
Good for two hundred services,
Then cast away, thrown into the garbage,
And replaced by what's on special offer.
This week.
You'll have hustle and bustle,
A constant struggle to keep up,
Unrelenting heat and your children,
your poor, poor, unborn children,
Will be the brigade,
Trying to keep everyone happy while working with ingredients
That change from day to day.
Don't marry him, you'll regret it,
He'll make you pay."
My mother is obsessed with food,
And is the same size as the restaurant
She lectures me about.
But sometimes,
Sometimes,
I listen.

Marc said...

Thanks very much Greg :)

"Unrelenting heat and your children,
your poor, poor, unborn children,
Will be the brigade,
Trying to keep everyone happy while working with ingredients
That change from day to day."

I really liked that, perhaps the quoted bit most of all. I'd dare to say you rose up and stomped all over that little challenge of mine.