The shift key does not work on this keyboard, so please pardon the grammar.
Anyway, I have been going to this farmer's market since last summer, selling eggs, veggies. I went by myself all summer and most of the fall. In our state, a law was passed last summer, 'cottage law' allowing people to sell baked goods out of their own kitchens, so my mom said that she would try selling bake goods this year at the market, mini pies, cookies, and gluten-free bake goods to help pay the bills. So she did, and she sended one of my 5 sisters, age 16, with me, age 22, to sell the bake stuff, while I did the eggs and the veggies. The market started in June, we had some good weeks, and some poor ones 'weather related'. The customers were raving my mom's baked goods, and kept coming back for more each week.
It went fine until today.
I had just gotten a new seasonal job at a blueberry farm, 2 days ago, and I have to work from 10;30 to 5;30. So my oldest sister-age 19 volunteered to take my place, and it was her first time to go to to the market. I was fine with that, so I got everything ready before I left for work. When I got home from work close to 6 pm, I noticed that the truck that my sister drives was home before I was even home, for the market ends at 7 pm. Puzzled, I went in the house, and my mom was canning beans from what did not sell at the market. I asked her, how did the market go, and why was my sisters home early, was it to hot for the market? She told me this amazing tale regarding my sisters at the market.
It was hot and windy at the market, and slow, but my sisters had sold 5 dozen eggs, some rhubarb, and a bit of baked goods.
Then this health inspector came to the market, and started going through the vendor's booths checking stuff, and when she came to my booth, and started asking question regarding our stuff in a very superior way, like- 'Is this lemon meringue pie?' My sister said 'yes.' 'Well does it have eggs?' My sister said 'yes, of course.' 'It HAVE to be kept in refrigeration.' said the inspector. [My sister tearfully called my mom after the inspector left, and my mom went online to check the lemon meringue pie, my mom found that lemon meringue pies can be kept in a room Temperature for a week! And the pies were baked, so there is no raw stuff in it!] She said that each of the baked goods have to be labeled, even though there is labels in front of each baked goods. Then she saw my eggs, and said that they have to be in refrigeration, and that I HAVE to buy egg cartons, not reusing used cleaned egg cartons, having write the date on them.
I have never had a customer in 8 years complained of my eggs! I keep the eggs in the igloos to keep them cool for there is no refrigerators at the market. She kept harassing my sister, and my sister was getting very angry by the minute, and her answers were getting shorter and shorter. When the inspector FINALLY left to harass someone else, my sister turned to my other sister and said ' Ooh I wanted to punch her in the face!' An hour later, a market manger came by, and did not see my older sister, for she was standing to the side of the tent, holding it down for it was very windy, and he was asking for me, and my younger sister said that I was not here, my older sister said 'hey, you don't talk to her, I am right here.' He said to her that she have to label every one of the bake goods, otherwise the health inspector will throw them in the trash!
My sister was not able to do it for it was too windy, and she was trying to keep things from blowing away. He said that the health inspector was nice to her on the first time, but will not be nice the second time she comes by again. Nice? NICE? The health inspector was nice? So my sister stood up and said 'THE GOVERNMENT IS TOO BIG AND HAVE TOO MUCH CONTROL OVER US.' He said ' well that is the way it is.'
While she was talking to him, she was crying. So she ended up leaving early, and some of the vendors helped my sisters pack up, and one of the vendors said 'if I had known that they were giving you a hard time I would have stood up for you.
' during the whole time my sisters were wishing that I was there, so I will make sure I will be in the market next week to defend our stuff.
I am so angry that the health inspector had spoiled my oldest sister's first day at the market, and gave her a hard time.
Anyway, I have been going to this farmer's market since last summer, selling eggs, veggies. I went by myself all summer and most of the fall. In our state, a law was passed last summer, 'cottage law' allowing people to sell baked goods out of their own kitchens, so my mom said that she would try selling bake goods this year at the market, mini pies, cookies, and gluten-free bake goods to help pay the bills. So she did, and she sended one of my 5 sisters, age 16, with me, age 22, to sell the bake stuff, while I did the eggs and the veggies. The market started in June, we had some good weeks, and some poor ones 'weather related'. The customers were raving my mom's baked goods, and kept coming back for more each week.
It was hot and windy at the market, and slow, but my sisters had sold 5 dozen eggs, some rhubarb, and a bit of baked goods.
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