In the last couple of weeks, the topic of food service, and my long history with it has come up and it's got me thinking about my long, windy path that lead to Peace and Plenty Farm. I waitressed in San Francisco for decades, yes decades. Some of those years, I was doing plenty of other things: going to school, raising my daughter, launching my catering business, but a good handful of those years, I was just waiting (borrowing from Debra Ginsberg's book of the same title for that zinger).
At the beginning of February, I was feeling stressed and harried - so much to do in the next months and so many deadlines to meet. The weather was unseasonably warm and sunny and it felt like summer had arrived, skipping completely over spring. I wrote about my longing for a longer winter, and desire for more time to be quiet, slow, and do behind-the-scenes prep for all the big things that were coming our way in 2020. If the adage, “Careful What You Wish For” could be any more true than now, I don’t know when.Continue reading