I met Casey Face a month or so ago; she had just given birth to her second child but decided to come out and start building her dream, starting with the local Farmer’s Market, where so many food entrepreneurs begin. She calls her new business the Canteen Coffee Company and has agreed to let me chronicle her effort to make her dream come true.

As she pursues the cream, I’ll follow her and write about her on the blog, with pictures of course.

I’ve heard many people rave about her coffee, and I greatly appreciate her tea. The baked goods, cookies, and sandwiches will be coming soon. The farmer’s market is an excellent place for her to start, but the real business will come with her food cart when it takes to the streets.

I am a lover of dreams, and I got to follow mine, and Maria is getting to follow hers. Maria and I greatly value those who try to do the same, especially in rural America, where crowds are scarce and investors are almost non-existent. I’ve noticed that more and more y young people here are trying to follow their dreams – a post-pandemic idea, I think – and some are making it.

Casey is one of those people I respect and like instantly; her portrait reflects her warmth and energy. And she is no slouch. She was selling coffee and tea just a few days after her second child was born. She gets out there.

I want to follow her journey and, hopefully, chronicle her success. She strikes me as someone who could make it. Having a supportive spouse is critical – many women (like my mother) don’t have this, and those who do have a much better chance of succeeding. I’ll meet her husband and children and cart tomorrow.

Casey is local and knows the area; she hopes to rebuild an old horse cart and park in town to sell her coffee tees, baked goods, and sandwiches. She has a busy site on an important highway in mind for her cart. Food carts are spreading up here, people are getting used to them, and they are cheaper and easier to maintain than brick-and-mortar restaurants.

I was fascinated by her and liked her a lot right away. She struck me as lovely, creative, and honest.

. She loves her children dearly (one of them was asleep in a carrier in the back of the car today, she has a supportive husband, a pilot, and is ambitious about serving the best and freshest food to a town not used to any of that.

Tomorrow, I’m going to her house – a few miles away – to meet her husband and children and the food cart she is already working to build and rehab. I hope you’ll follow us. Sacred are those who pursue their own dreams rather than become slaves for money.

I don’t know if I can be of help to her or not, I’ll try when I can.