Nudi Pasta.The start-up of a fresh pasta business.

Any person that knows me well, knows I'm always thinking of new business ideas. I could probably say I've been doing businesses (or at least researching about them) all my life. It started in kinder garden with silk worms, $1 each, 2nd grade handmade hair pins, 3rd grade a small bank where my parents would "deposit" pennies, a monthly newspaper that covered 4th grader things like school crushes, then I got more fancy with holiday presents like brownies and cookies all nicely packed and everything.

Sharing some home-made brownies in Kinder garden.

My mom was always very supportive, and I thank her for taking me to buy ingredients, bulk colorful necklace beads, and waking up with me at 5 am to pack cookies in nice little bags to sell that morning in school.

My dad, even though he never woke up at 5, he always listened to my ideas and inspired me in a way that felt like I could do anything I wanted.

Now I'm grown up and it's time to start new adventures. But this time, with a bigger market than 5th graders. So through this blog I'll share with you my story, of the start-up of a small artisan pasta business, everything from ups and downs, and maybe you can one day become part of my adventure too.

Karla



8.10.08

Egg Hunting Part 2

So after meeting Tati, we started driving east on our hunt, without any direction, for eggs. I know I want organic eggs, and if that is not possible, at least local free range eggs. But how do I explain that to the person from the country that doesn’t really know what “organic” or “free range” means?

So, I came up with a nice way to explain to random country-side people what I was looking for. “I am looking for eggs from happy chickens’’. Most people looked at me like I was crazy, like: “aren’t all chickens happy?”

Phil and I were starving and decided to stop and eat a roadside “tripleta” (3 meats) sandwich. The owner told us to go to a stand on another road by Wendy’s where I can find local eggs. “Great! I’m getting closer!”. So, I thought.

So there we went. The egg-less hotdog stand, had several nice older men, which explained that they were out; if I had been there earlier I could have bought some. But, that if I went, left and then right, and saw a car wash, later I would see a blue tent, with a red pick-up truck on front. That is where the egg-man would be.

So there we went. The egg-man-less red pickup truck, had other, helpful nice men, which explained that he was out; if I had been there earlier I could have bought some. But, that if I went down the street I could find his house.

Well, at least I did find the house. But is was egg-man-less too.

So, we came back to the men and ask where could we find the agricultural center, someone had mentioned. “left, right, you’ll see Condom World, you know… Condom world!? Right? and then there it will be”. That is when I loose it, and start laughing so hard, I almost cried. So Phil had to come out of the driver’s seat and with his good Spanish get all directions.

And after that, hours and gas were spent looking for happy chicken with no reward.

After driving all day and feeling such defeat, we couldn’t keep ourselves from noticing that Pinones is full of chickens running around. But no one sold eggs. They were mainly just for family use.

So my new idea comes up… how awesome would it be if someday I could help some families to produce eggs organically in their backyards and then sell them in stands in Pinones road 187. Maybe someday!

2 comments:

mom said...

Hope to eat a lot of PASTA...

Karla said...

"La maaaama", will be designated as nudi pasta official tester. Hope your new duty is accepted!