This past weekend, my oldest son's school held a fun little art festival, and the PTSA held a bake sale at it. I am co-chair of the PTSA, and a bake sale is what I live for!
It was a smashing success. At the end of 2 hours we had sold all but a few lonesome bundt cakes. We even made pretty good money considering it was all donated goods, and cookies were going for a buck a piece. It was more than the money though that made it so great. It really built a sense of community. It was so lovely to be able to point across the room and say "there is the person who baked that cupcake", while kids hassled their parents to buy them one. It was also nice that even though what was being sold was definitely not health food, it was food made from scratch, with real, honest ingredients. Food has great power. It can enrich us and it can destroy us. It was nice that for an afternoon anyways, kids were being bought a treat that was made by real hands and wasn't able to be supersized.
As a passionate baker, it also thrilled me to see lots of other people getting in on the act. Now I am daydreaming of holding multiple bake sales, bake sales that span whole city blocks, bake sales that bring world peace....one cupcake at a time.
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