It started with a raspberry bush I'm a farmers market owner. I've been a chef most of my life. My life in farmers markets started out with a raspberry bush. My daughter and I were making jam all …
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It started with a raspberry bush
I'm a farmers market owner. I've been a chef most of my life. My life in farmers markets started out with a raspberry bush. My daughter and I were making jam all summer, and we just had some left over, so I took it to a farmers market, and I've been in that world ever since.
My specialty is lemon curd. It's a custard base, so that's lemon, eggs, butter and sugar. All the worst things for you, then you put them together and it's fantastic.
Working the farmers market circuit is hard. The season is only have six months in Colorado, so you have to make a year's worth of wages in half a year, and produce enough to meet demand.
A symbiotic relationship
Why not do something else? Well, as a chef, I was already used to irregular hours and not having weekends off. I feel that being in a farmers market is a good use of my chef's skills, because I'm bringing healthy, nutritious food to people. It's more about feeding people than cooking things to me.
I'm getting more into urban farming all the time, which allows us to grow us some of the produce we sell, and we can get the rest from local growers we know. We rely on each other, and it becomes a symbiotic relationship.
Growing up in New York City, this is the lifestyle I always wanted.
The Big Apple
I grew up in Manhattan, off 207th street. It was a tough neighborhood in the 1970s and 1980s.
I remember the New York City blackout of 1977. I was in the shower, and the lights went out. I jumped out of the shower, ran to the window, and all of New York was just off. We had the radio on, and they were talking about people looting and destroying businesses.
I came out to Colorado in 1995, and I've loved every minute here. I've had maybe three bad days in the last 24 years.
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