


Boy, am I tired. All week, I've been wondering to myself, what was I thinking? In addition to preparing for my first farmer's market, it was finals week in my other life as a teacher and reluctant PhD students, so I spent hours responding to students and taking a final. I also had a deadline for a freelance article (about Ottawa farmers' markets, so at least on a theme) that I completely procrastinated. All of this other work has meant that my baking got pushed to Friday/ Saturday, and mostly Saturday. Yesterday was a 16-hour day, leaving me with 4 1/2 hours of sleep. Will is out of town at a friend's wedding, so I had to do all of the loading, unloading, set-up by myself. Luckily I have nice booth neighbors who helped me set up my canopy which I couldn't manage on my own despite my best efforts.
The day was freezing and I feel like I spent most of the day going for more coffee and jumping up and down to keep myself from going numb. I thought the Ottawa winter had toughened me up, but this cold May day pretty much did me in. My feet are still freezing. It's 7:30 and I want to be asleep. But I made it through my first market day!
I didn't get my signage figured out, so I sort of felt like a lost soul in my little booth, and I didn't have time to print business cards, but I do think my display looked good. Those weeks of scouring flea markets and ebay for trays and cake stands paid off. A photographer took some pics of me and my table for Ontario tourism or some such, so I think that says good things about my aesthetics.
Because of the weather, the market was pretty slow. People kept telling me not to be discouraged. Maybe I just looked discouraged because I was so cold. Overall, I felt pretty good about the day. I didn't sell as much as I'd hoped, but I traded a bunch of stuff for honey from
Berg En Dal (my neighbors), greens from
Hoople Creek (they said I should move in with them so we can all live happily on pastries and greens) and spelt flour from
Waratah Downs. Having extra tarts just means I don't have to wake up early tomorrow to bake for the coffee shop, so that makes me pretty happy. My macarons were probably the biggest hit. They are the one thing that seemed to get people to come to my booth from afar. I will probably end up making a lot more of those than I had originally planned. For today, I made four flavors: strawberry-rhubarb, maple-pecan, chocolate, and lemon. I also made three kinds of tarts (walnut, rhubarb meringue, and lemon chocolate), kouign aman (more on this one later), linzer cookies, apple turnovers, rhubarb anise tea cakes, and pate de fruit.
When I started on this baking adventure, it was because I had been laid off from my teaching position. I figured it was a good time to do something I'd always wanted to try. A few weeks ago, I found out that I'm not actually being laid off. So, now I just get to relax into the baking and enjoy my time at the market. I don't have to worry so much about how much money I'm making. For me, doing the market is really about learning. It's hard to justify baking excess in day to day life, so now I can bake whatever I want. It's sort of like my poor-man's culinary school.
Now that I've gotten this first week out of the way, hopefully I'll be back to regular posting. Off to sleep now.