July 1, 2017: It was way too early & already way hot too on the Saturday morning of the holiday weekend to be serving Cheezers under a tent. Welcome back to market life, Kate & Zach.
Our spot at the Scripps Ranch farmers market was next to a smoothie booth that was constantly crushing fruity green & purple potions from behind three full wind walls. The buzz of mixing, pureeing & blending stretched from the 9AM start until well after one o'clock.
If that weren't enough, our booth faced the othe blue bloods of the market- the crepe guy. Bebe's Crepes had a line for most of the morning & you could tell his adult customers had been eating his made-to-order crepes since they were kids.
On our other side was a small tent with live entertainment. Around 10:30, they set up a guitar, mic & the equivalent of a karoake machine. Their stage name was "Coffee & Creme." He was Hispanic & she was white. I thought the name was clever. She did most of the singing & he played the guitar & sang.
I'd never seen anything like that at a morning market. Lunch markets & OB on Wednesdays had music but not full on karoake before noon. And, I thought it was hard to get people to sing after midnight on Lower Broad in Nashville!
I could see why Bev, the market manager called it a "Family Friendly Weekly Festival." A lot of the kids were curious about our snadwiches & we even made a little money that day. But, it was an adjustment.
By the time we were breaking down, Kate was on the verge of tears.
"Promise me- this is only temporary," Kate said. "It can't go back to this life. I can't."
"Don't worry, babe. We'll get through it," I promised.
That night we decided to use a gift card to Shogun (an engagement gift) to help cheer us up. We took public transit to Kearney Mesa, had a nice dinner & even hit a brewery afterwards.
Something familiar in a time of transition to calm our nerves.
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