Hi guys, hope your Monday was pleasant. I wanted to pop in today to just continue to share my journey with starting my own bakery. Becoming a business owner has not been easy, and as I realized this weekend owning a bakery or food establishment for that matter is never easy. There are a lot of decisions that go into the business, and they never seem to stop.

This past weekend was weekend number two of going out to the farmers market out at Wilmington Island in Savannah, Georgia.

The morning started off better than our first already. Randy (who is helping me operate the business right now) and I both got up at 4am. This weekend, in an effort to become more efficient at making the donuts I had bowls with measured flour, coconut sugar, salt and a splash of cinnamon all ready to go. Once I was out of bed and had my glasses on, with half opened eyes I heated some milk and starting activating the yeast. By around 4:50am I started rolling out the dough and cutting donuts.

Randy had made a pot of French press coffee, because I think anytime you get up before 7am coffee is a MUST. We had the fryer heating up while the dough was coming together, so when I started having donuts ready to fry Randy began frying them.

We have been playing around with frying times per side but generally we will do at a minimum a minute and a half.

As donuts started to cool, I began switching off from dipping in icing (also made the night before) and decorating with getting the remaining donuts ready to fry up.

We spent from 5am-7:10am frying, icing and decorating, and packaging them up to take to the market.

Around 7:10 I jumped right in the shower and got ready as best I could on 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Randy and I then switched, he got ready while I made a quick breakfast of eggs, toast and some water for hydration.

We ran the dogs out to the bathroom, got Riley food putting him in his cage and gave Benny his treat we give him when we are going to be gone for a while.

By 8:20am we had the car loaded and ready to go.

We got to the market, then had to set up a tent, two tables and get the donuts in our display case. Saturday now just didn’t want to make life easy for anyone.

It was a chilly 50 degrees, and the wind was out of this world. Trying to hold onto the tent and having a box of donuts fly to the ground, to say it was a rough start was an understatement.

This weekend though was big for me, and not because of the number of donuts we sold, because we honestly only sold about half the donuts we did the first weekend.

This weekend was big because of what I realized about every person there at the farmer’s market.

We were at the market from 9am-1pm and over that course of time we began talking to a farmer from Savannah River Farms.

He was a great guy, and to say the least we were inspiring to him. But what he didn’t realize was how inspiring he was to me. How wise he was about the business. The advice he gave and some of the words he said I don’t think I’ll forget.

Now I did get plenty of business advice, but what spoke the most to me was something he said along the lines of, people don’t appreciate what people like us do. They don’t appreciate the 5 hours it takes us to make donuts, package them, set up our farmer’s market booth. We are working 9 hours to make a couple hundred if we are lucky.

We don’t do what we do for the money. We do what we do for the passion. We do what we do because we love it.