Patullo House Farm Stand has been an idea that existed in my mind for what seemed forever. It started with a fold up table, rather unceremoniously wheeled out into our driveway on a little wagon I picked up from Tractor Supply. I zip tied the table to the wagon, and covered the entire, rather inelegant operation, in a piece of black fabric. It was a short jaunt from the garage to the driveway, but offered a neat solution to the copious amounts of bread that was emerging from my oven. To my intense surprise, what started as an endeavor to simply cover my growing ingredient costs—and to find a home for all the food we could not possibly consume ourselves—the demand for baked goods simply…well, rose!

I don’t really know how it all started, except to say that baking and cooking has been in my blood since as long as I can remember. It’s a curious hobby, but an intensely satisfying one, especially when I see someone’s eyes glaze over in rapturous surprise over a morsel of good, wholesome, food. To cook for someone is a sublimely heartfelt endeavor. It’s also a problem to solve, a puzzle to mull over, and an intensely satisfying, solution orientated, hobby turned sweet little income endeavor! And there is an endless supply of new puzzles, with a plethora of techniques to discover. Every solution demands a level up, and I am here for it!

So when we relocated to the picturesque Frenchtown, New Jersey countryside, the concept of farm-standing was well embedded. We’d already caused traffic jams with our twice weekly bread drops, so I was envisioning something more permanent, more farm worthy, and WAY more convenient, than a fold up table zip tied to a wagon!

Enter the farm stand shed! We are not at the brick and mortar stage, and nor do even think I’d entertain that idea, but we are a level up from dropping our excesses in the laps of friends and family. Demand has grown. Output has grown. The concept has entered the next stratosphere, and people are willing to pop over on their weekend country drives for a loaf of bread, a tasty snickerdoodle, or to fight for one of our now-coveted soft pretzels (of which I am, unwaveringly, proud of!).

Suffice to say, this is only the beginning! I haven’t even installed the hitching post yet!

Launch Farm Stand, Check!

Farmhouse Minestrone