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This summer was our first experience with outdoor markets and let me tell you, the Sugar Sisters learned a lot. From insect invasions to cupcakes melted into puddles, we saw it all, and then some. It all began back in May. Other vendors were very excited about going into the great outdoors, but the Sugar sisters had some reservations. They told us there would be people and it would be busy. They told us there would be fun and adventure. They told us a lot of things. But there were some things we had to learn for ourselves. Like. . .
1. “It takes two to make a thing go riiiight. It takes two to put a tent up riiiight.” (sung to the beat of Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock’s It Takes Two).
For the record: WE HATE TENTS. Pinched fingers. Bruised arms. Shattered self-confidence. We struggled. We suffered. We practiced at home so that we could do it on our own without assistance from our other vendors at the market (thereby losing credibility in their eyes we are sure). Nothing helped. We still suffered—all season long.
2. Market attire—it matters.
Take for instance a certain 110 degree day. The Sugars sisters took their showers and put on clothes and left their house just like any other normal day. The same could not be said for all of the other vendors at the market. The sisters were shocked to see a vendor in a rather dated swimsuit without a back and cut off sweats (a/k/a thong shorts). This particular vendor wore the same swimsuit and shorts every.single.market. It was not ok —and we have been likely damaged from the experience.
3. The Sugar sisters are not fond of the great outdoors.
Give us a cruise ship or a spa resort any other day over roughing it in the wild. We did three different outdoor markets this season and each came with their own “experiences”. On Wednesdays we were on the hot blacktop and no one warned us of the bee infestation before it was too late. Oh, we received plenty of advice from the other vendors after it was recognized. One vendor told us to buy dryer sheets. We trotted next door to the Walgreens and bought a box of Bounce and strung it from the tent. Yeah, it so didn’t work. Perhaps it was the April Fresh scent that brought an even greater swarm. No matter, to the vendor that told us that, you know who you are (and it is time to get over it and stop laughing)– please take your advice and stuff it up your tent. Another vendor told us to get the long sticky tape. My god, we had to sit and watch the bees die a horrible death and now we fear for our lives from bee worshippers. What if we are deemed to be bee killers and no one will sell to us so we can make Honey cupcakes and Honey Pie? Bad advice, bad advice!!!
On Thursdays we camped out next to the river and the trees. In the early morning when we got there we would have a welcome committee of Jurassic Park sized mosquitoes. There was one day that Sugar sister Nina informed the market manager of the tick that was climbing on the outside of her shirt. Antics to get it off ensued and we are thankful that we all survived. The same cannot be said for the tick.
On Fridays our tent was pitched in a park. With moths. Lots and lots of moths. Moths that climed in our boxes and came home with us, got inside our house and reproduced. Moths that sometimes got down our shirts. Oh and let me tell you how not insect friendly we are. My god, what must the other vendors think of us screaming and jumping around our space all the time? We were prayed upon by spiders that looked like tarantulas, praying mantis, locusts, squirrels and walking sticks. Sometimes nature won.
And then there were the elements. The heat, the rain, the wind. We lost a tent. We did all that we could to hold it down but when we saw the lightning it was like a scene from Poltergeist where the Dad let go of the rope. Unfortunately our tent didn’t make it out the other side like in the movie. We lost boxes and brochures and cupcakes and our customers were always so helpful chasing our things down the road for us. We adore our people.
One part of the outdoors we love. . .Fall leaves
4. Speaking of people, we met some very interesting customers.
We have met people that love our desserts and have become our fans. Sugar Sister Nina was having a very nice conversation with a customer that took a bite of a cupcake while talking to us and as she began to chew her pupils dilated, she began to sway and said “I can’t talk to you right now, I’m going to take my cupcake into the park where I’m going to have a moment alone with it.” And she did. She came back moments later and looked refreshed. A few weeks later another customer referred to our desserts as “Orgasmic”. hmmmm. This could open up a whole new line of cupcakes for us.
We have met people that are very opinionated about their desserts as well. Sometimes we heard “Please don’t put any nutmeg in the pie”. And other times we heard “Please put extra nutmeg in the pie”. What’s a girl to do? She makes a pie both ways I guess. We love our people and will go to great lengths to make them happy! Our customers make us smile, laugh and feel good and that’s exactly why we got into this business.
We specialize in Feel-Good desserts!!!
5. Beware of the Pie Bandits.
There was that market where The Sugar Path was set up next to a doggy daycare place that will remain nameless. Sugar sisters were inolved in pleasant conversation with a customer when another vendor started to jump up furiously, waving his arms and screaming “you’ve been robbed, you’ved been robbed!!!!” Sugar sister Nina looked around curiously. Lowering her eyes she saw some empty pie tins on the ground and moments later she spotted the culprits—-Dog thieves!!!! Those Pie bandits went for the good stuff—the Bourbon Pecans. So of course we snapped their pictures and posted a warning on the great wide web. They have yet to be apprehended and they remain at large, a danger to society and pies everywhere.
Wanted: Pie Bandit.
6. Packing up the vehicle—-not as easy as it seems.
It’s amazing that what goes in and comes out, for some reason may not go back in. Then there you are, at a farmer’s market away from home, wondering about the legality of bungy cording cupcake containers to the roof of your vehicle.
An asset: learning how to pack and transport hundreds of delicate desserts!
7. No one understands the risk of cupcake creation.
They all think “oh that is so cute, you make cupcakes.” hahaha—little do they know what we’ve become in the last year. We’ve gained weight. One of us broke a tooth on our toffee reasearch. We broke two toes. We have veins!!!! And ankle problems. Bruises. Strained muscles, sore joints, bad backs. We look like hags. We went without wearing makeup because there simply wasn’t time. One time one of us (that will remain nameless to protect her) didn’t even have time to shower one day. (or two?) We had heat stroke most of the summer. We have stress, anxiety, and extreme fatigue. We don’t even watch TV anymore (yes, that’s somewhat of a sore point for one of the sisters).
8. So, anything good?
Yes! Through it all one thing remains, we still love it baby! We’ve laughed more than we’ve ever laughed in our lives. Many nights we returned late. . .correction, we returned early in the morning home from our kitchen (think 3 am) laughing and finding a place for breakfast (IHOP is open, btw). They say laughter is good medicine. . .hopefully it takes the place of daily showers, eating from all of the food groups, sleep and exercise. But now we can say we survived our first summer market experience and lived to tell (the world) about it.
And there is so much more to come. . .stay tuned!
Love, The Sugar Path
The Sugar Path girls