The weekend trial had everything - great hill top location with spectacular views. Lovely 30 acre grassy field - fenced. Barn with electricity, and several enclosed corrals. But right up until the day before the trial, no concessionaire had agreed to come. There is also a house on this farm. It is rented to a family of six, mom and dad and four children. They were approached. Would they be interested in making some coffee, putting out some muffins, grilling some burgers? This family morphed overnight into concessionaire extraordinaire. There were breakfast burritos, egg and ham sandwiches on English muffins, warm banana bread with butter and hard boiled eggs. For lunch they offered teriyaki chicken with rice and broccoli. hot dogs and baked beans, potato salad, burgers with choice of cheeses and home made cookies. They built a fire in an outdoor pit, and offered the fixings for S'Mores. Dad manned the grill. Mom cooked to order. Juniors took orders, delivered food and operated the antique cash register which they found in the barn. It was a dandy - push down keys, a cash drawer with wood dividers, and a "No Sale" sign when the drawer closed. On Sunday, Grandmother and Grandfather came out after church and chatted up the customers. They all reminded me of one of my favorite songs, "Daddy Sang Bass". Enjoy this clip from Johnny Cash.
I have not revealed any details. I don't want to say where we were. If the county health department found out about it they would shut the kitchen down. No license, no inspection. We ate like kings.