The farmers market has come to an end for me, it is the last Friday evening that I will be spending with the oven and last Saturday for a few months where I will not have to wake up at 5.30 am, to bake. It was a running joke among my friends that I have a ‘hot’ date every Friday evening with my oven. (yes pun intended)!
As I stand here talking to the other vendors at the market, I feel a tinge of nostalgia. As much as I complain about cold weather and standing out there and spending hours rolling, folding, baking pastry, the fact is, I love it. I may not be able to quit my day job to live off baking for the market, but yet I enjoy it and it gives me purpose.
I have made some wonderful friends doing this market for the last few years. I met my running partner at the market. We made fast friends talking about running and now we have become the best of friends. We sign up for races and motivate each other. I have great admiration for her, because she is one who understands the meaning of balancing her marriage and friendships. Despite her busy work schedule, her marriage, she still finds the time to spend time with her friends, be it having coffee or just window shopping. I find that rare and refreshing, in this day and age where everyone is so caught up in the rat race of getting ahead.
Back to the market, it is a challenge to get creative for different ideas, try to use whatever fruits that are in season and think outside the box. I thrive on that. It is hard to explain to most of my friends the passion I have for this. I spend 9 hours of the day in a kitchen, surrounded by food and then I come home spend a few more hours in the kitchen baking and yet I would not change it.
As much as I am glad that I have my Friday evenings and my Saturday mornings back to do as I wish, I am going to miss the smell of pastry emanating from my kitchen and spending time with those I now call friends.
There have been times that I have wallowed in self-pity so much that I have not wanted to go to the market, but yet, I find the strength to head to the kitchen, turn the oven on and bake. When people send me messages such as ” Your white chocolate cranberry wonders are to die for” or when someone places an order for a bunch of stuff because as he says “you have made so many great ones across my visits, that I can’t really choose just one” makes it all worth while.
These are few of the things I made on the last day of market.