I’m honestly not even sure how my selling whiskey at the farmers’ market came about. I was bored, I remember saying that. Not bored as in “I have nothing to do” (ha ha, quite the opposite really) more of a mental boredom where I am sick of doing the five million things I have to do. So, somehow I fell in to selling whiskey (a product I am not overly familiar with). I was told I could add my own products to the table too, and that’s right up my alley.
I decided that barbeque sauce was the expected product with whiskey and that seemed rather boring (and that’s what I’m avoiding) so I started with mustard. I made a Dijon with whiskey instead of wine. It was ok. I also made a spicy sweet mustard with jalapenos and chipotles and whiskey. That one came out quite well so I canned a batch.
Mustard still seemed a little boring. I was looking for more (I realize that this entire line of thought would strike most as boring. Other people sky dive or race cars or do stuff like that. I turn to condiments for excitement. So sue me.) The inspiration hit when I was in the car: I’d do a donut, a WHISKEY DONUT, with bacon!
The first batch came out really, really tasty. The whiskey gives it a wonderful warm nutmeggy sort of flavor and the bacon is subtle. Perfect!
The market has to pre-approve all products and, unfortunately, I was too late for this week. But next week will see me frying donuts at 5 in the morning on Saturday. Living the dream!
I left the house at 7 in order to get to the market at 8 for set up. It was pouring rain. No lightening, luckily, but the rain was intense. I managed to unload everything myself (I have carpel tunnel issues in both hands and need surgery so I was a little worried about that).
At 9am the market opened and I was offering whiskey tastes. It was a very interesting crowd willing to drink whiskey in the am. There were a few weather beaten old men, the sort I guess I would have expected. But there were also several women who were enthusiastic fans, some younger and some older. I guess whiskey is one of those things that appeals to a broad cross-section of society. There were college kids (I carded them, all were born when I was in college and yet, by some cruel twist in the time-space continuum, were of legal drinking age. I’m still trying to get that straight in my head). There were seniors. Men, women, upscale, and rough around the edges. There was a group home whose residents seemed rather keen on sampling but the home staff shooed them away. Even the old man with the face tattoos who had a nearby market table distributing free literature on keeping pet fish (I have no idea if or how he makes money doing that) was a fan.
Leo came with the kids around noon so we could switch off. I was actually kind of sad to leave as things were really picking up. I can’t wait to go back next week with my mustard and donuts.