Many of you know me from the Bondurant Farmer’s Market as the Cinnamon Roll lady, the strawberry rhubarb bar lady, the ooohhhh-it-smells-so-good-in-here-when-you-pass-my-tent-at-the-market lady.
I’d like to speak from my heart and see what folks feel is a good way forward. Please hear what I’m saying as what I’ve experienced in Bondurant. If you’ve met me, you know my heart, my character and my disposition. If you haven’t, I hope to meet you in the future. The cinnamon rolls really ARE that good!
I am not the “Black Pie Lady” as I was referred to at one of the evening markets. I’m Mary, the “Cinnamon Roll Lady who gives samples.” A mom to a blended family of five kiddos, corporate professional turned local baker, wife to a 17-year Army veteran (101st AA) and darn good cook! I am also a woman of color.
On Nov. 9 while serving breakfast, I had a customer shock me in a way I hadn’t expected. After making his purchases and taking part in the usual professional pleasantries, he said, “Hey, I’ve got a joke for you.” He then told me to get down, turn around and pick a bale of cotton. I asked him to repeat himself because — there is no way, right?! He then repeated it, said have a good day, and walked out of the shop.