When I was in high school, I worked for Sweet Martha’s at the Minnesota State Fair one summer. I had a few friends who worked there, and I thought it would be fun to join them. Looking back, it was a good experience, but it wasn’t, perhaps, the smartest move.
Sweet Martha’s was different from Pita Gourmet. It was enormously bigger, in so many ways — in terms of volume of food sold, in terms of building space, in terms of customers, in terms of staff. At the ice house (well, Pita Gourmet), everyone knew me, and there were people looking out for me. Don’t get me wrong — it was a business, and I wasn’t being babysat, but if I had needed anything, there were a number of people willing to help. I knew pretty much everyone in my little corner of the world. Continue reading