Dinner Market
Dear Readers, It has been a busy month. We just had our fall Dinner Market, I hope some of you were there. As much as I love the Dinner Markets and the concept of community coming together to eat good food outside, it is a lot of work. For months I worked on every detail. I made up the recipes for the desserts and appetizers that I wanted to sell, I painted a sign with all the items we were offering and the prices. I ordered umbrellas, I designed the layout, the poster, talked with the press, organized the vendors, I worked all the permits so that we could drink wine and beer outside, and I practiced with my band to sing four songs.I think that I finally realized that I cannot do all the things I want to do for you all at the same time. It is just too hectic. I am the organizer as well as a vendor and this time I was roped in to being an entertainer too. I thought I was going to spin out of control. The whole event was over before I realized that my friend had made the sign for the rice croquettes on the back of a brown paper bag with RICE CROQUETTES written on it with a sharpie. I wanted to die, but honestly no one but me cared that much that it looked like HELL. (At least I hope no one else cared). What was wrong with the sign I had spent so much time on? And where was it?
But really the Dinner Market was amazing. The thirteen vendors who came together presented the most amazing food. The wineries and the brewery were pouring drinks and people showed up with their plates and utensils ready to join the party.
Oh another wacky thing that we did was to make it a waste free event. This I realized the hard way is impossible. The fact that so many people brought their own plates, utensils and glasses, itself was impressive. I was hard core and wanted to be WASTE FREE. That meant dessert on plates that had hunan bar-b-qued rib sauce on it and sticky hands with no more napkins. The irony was that the bakery was open and that isn’t waste free, we have paper napkins and plastic cups inside, why did I feel like I had to hold the line outside? All I can think is that my brain was on overdrive. I have spent the last four nights waking in the wee hours going over and over the concept of waste free and wondering why I thought that was a good idea in the first place. I guess my idealism got away from me and my practical mind went on vacation. Waste free what does that even mean? It was plenty that people carried all their own plates, utensils and glasses, I could have allowed them a dessert plate and a paper napkin. Sorry all of you that fell into my momentary activism.
I did sing. I didn’t want to. I was praying up to the last minute that my band would change their minds and not want to perform. Mike, our banjo player broke his foot the week before and I thought this was my out. I am sorry Mike, but I was counting on your foot to keep me off the stage. My band mates are all successful business people for a reason, they are persistent. Little things like broken feet don’t stop them. As I was running around placing vendors in their booths and making sure everyone had an umbrella, as well as getting my own “brown paper bag, waste free” booth together, my band mates showed up with the PA system. I knew I was stuck then. Pete, the mandolin player got everything set up and then asked me to get my music stand. I did a ninja jump into the bakery, grabbed the stand, passed it to Pete and was on my way to coordinate the volunteers who were working the entrances.
Pete was determined to play when the Dinner Market opened at 4 o’clock. I was coming around the corner carrying a tray of chocolate cupcakes and Pete was standing at the mic starting to sing. I was wondering if he had decided to sing and let me off the hook. I set down the tray of cupcakes and walked up to the mic and started singing the song. All my nerves melted away and the songs poured out. I was singing to the people I love. Luckily a crowd of my groupie friends made it all the easier. I just watched them and I knew it was all okay. I was so happy. I have been waiting all my life for that moment, thank-you all for listening. Even Mark liked it. He had told me it was a bad business decision to sing to our customers, the whole captive audience thing and all.
The real band played after us and entertained the crowd with jazz favorites. Children sat and played on blankets next to tables where their parents were eating great food and drinking wine. The band played on, the twilight came upon us and slowly, reluctantly the crowds packed up their plates and utensils and walked home. Mark spent some hours with Susan and Simon, taking down the fencing and Amy and I tore down the booth and cleaned the dishes.
When I do it again I think I will only sell rice croquettes displayed with the most beautiful sign you will ever see.




