Thursday, January 21, 2010

people who do stuff

I was wandering through the Market Collective one weekend last fall, picking up a few handmade cards, feeling some scarves, when a table near the stage caught my attention. Behind the table, which was piled with gleaming jars of preserves and dotted with luscious ripe tomatoes, were two guys cheerfully offering samples of their hand-crafted salsa. Salsas with names like Ghandi in Sixty Seconds, Jon Bon Fire, and Screaming Hippie.

Naturally I was intrigued. So I sampled. And I was impressed. And then I thought, there's a good story here.

In fact, I have been finding that there are a lot of good stories amongst the inventive entrepreneurs who forge their own paths in this city. To celebrate the gumption and the inventiveness of entrepreneurs, I am writing a series focusing on some locals who are doing cool things with their small businesses. You will be able to read them at New Canadian Modern over the next few weeks.

I'd like to invite you to riffle through The Salsa Boys of Summer, the inaugural story in the series, which is now available for your reading pleasure.

Bring your appetite.

15 comments:

John Mutford said...

I want to now start a band, just so I can call it Jon Bon Fire. I'd yell at the audience, "No, where not a m%^#@&!*ng cover band! They suck!" Oh the good times we'd have. Of course, alls I can play is the jug.

Gifted Typist said...

Cool, i have a whole bunch of time for inventive entrepreneurs (having struggled under that yoke for so many years)

Wandering Coyote said...

That is a very cool idea for a series, Barb. Everyone needs to promote locally made stuff more!

@ John: LOL!!!

Allison said...

Great article, Barb! I really would like to try some of their salsa, considering ordering it online. I enjoyed there rating system for hotness.

Westcoast Walker said...

Sounds divine - I love locally made goodies. I once picked up some delicious locally made salsa verde on the Oregon coast that still makes me salivate to this day when I think about it. Took a few jars home and went through serious withdrawel when I couldn't find anywhere to buy it again.

Also, in a world of generic corporate "sameness" (i.e you can travel to any city and pretty well eat the same things) it is refreshing to eat something that is truly unique.

Verification word = "dracu", who we all know is Dracula's hipster younger nephew who only eats organic, virgin blood and was truly goth before all the posers took over the scene.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You're doing better than I am, John; I can only play the spoons. Which does come in handy for when you run out of tortilla chips. Plus you have one to loan a friend.
So does that give me a spot in the band?

You've been there, Gifted! You deserve a jar of salsa.

Thanks, WC! I'm a big fan of the local myself, and it was a natural progression from local music to local salsa.

I love their rating system too! Very manly. Next time you are out here, we should go down to the Market Collective and I'll buy you a couple of jars.

I am salivating already from your description of the Oregon salsa, Matthew. It's the reason we travel, isn't it? To experience something we can't get at home. I am definitely with you on celebrating unique fare.
So is Dracu.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

You are so hip. I'm green with envy.

S.M. Elliott said...

Awesome. You're so right; every community has fantastic, hidden stories like the salsa dudes. Good for you, bringing them into the light!

mister anchovy said...

Well done!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I'm just emulating you, Dr M, you are always finding great local spots and products, and I am always so jealous.

We have to celebrate local goodness, SME. Just doing my bit to give them a voice.

Thanks, Mr Anchovy. Glad you enjoyed.

Charlie said...

That was a great "human interest" story and a series sounds very promising.

I have a tip from the Arizona desert for those who get in over their heads in hotness.

The first reaction is water, gallons and gallons of it. But water makes it worse. The secret is BREAD—it takes away the self-imploding feeling very quickly.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I've heard that sugar works as well to neutralize the heat, Charlie, but like the bread option better. Besides who am I to argue with an Arizonan on salsa etiquette?

John Mutford said...

Hey, I spelled "we're" as "where." I'm such a putz. Good thing I have my jug skills to fall back on. And yes, if you can play the spoons, you're in. Now all we need is a triangle player and a kazooist. And a saxophone player.

bloody awful poetry said...

Salsa isn't very big here, and I am not a fan of hot foods myself. But name a jar of it "Bunsen Burner" and I am so there. Also, LOL to infinity at Jon Bon Fire =)

Oh and yoghurt helps too.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

And we can all take turns being drummer, John, because how hard can that be? (and now the wrath of a thousand drummers will be unleashed upon my head)

Not a fan of hot food, BAP? But don't you live in the land of hot food? What on earth do you find to eat, dear?