While I may have learned to cook from my mother, it was my from my father that I learned about enterprise. Growing up in a family of five kids, I was his helper; perhaps because I was willing to listen, wanting to learn, or because I found it more interesting to be working than not. Frequently, my father would take me with him when he worked, which often translated into me working long hours with low pay, often for peanuts, literally.
However, some of our endeavors were more classic-natured and make for good story telling. His father had owned a small soft-drink company in the late 1930s. So it was no surprise that my father knew how to make great lemonade. I can still recall (over 4 decades later) going to the SunMart grocery store and watching my father negotiate with the Produce Manager to buy lugs of lemons. Then we would clear the shelf of bags of sugar, empty the Dixie Cup shelf, and finally make a major dent in the bagged ice freezer. It was one heavy grocery cart.
My father's scale of doing a lemonade stand had me wide-eyed and oh-my-gosh-looking. True to his and my dynamic natures, he put me to work in the sun and assured me I would sell more if he were in the shade, behind the scenes. I set up my stand of homemade fresh-squeezed lemonade on the edge of our property, which was the edge of the golf course next to the Number 4 tee. I learned the fine art of balancing sweet and sour and water and ice. I learned customer service first hand. I did so well at selling lemonade that I was shut down by the golf course club house because I was cutting into their revenue. Even though technically I was on my property, I was forced to cease and desist. Ah, the early business lessons.
While setting up an enterprise may not be in the cards this Father’s Day, perhaps a glass of lemonade, paired with a Chocolove Orange Peel in Dark Chocolate will be.