June 1, 2010
Their Future, Made by Hand
Fabiana Lee’s spicy beef empanadas are traditional Argentine style. Of Korean heritage, she grew up in Buenos Aires.
THEY carry home-grown radishes and red-cooked pork. They transport
dozens of empanadas, juggling sheet pans on the G train. They pack
boxes of butterscotch cupcakes, Sichuan-spiced beef jerky and
grapefruit marmalade. They haul boiled peanuts, ice-grinding machines,
sandwich presses and at least one toaster oven painted hot pink.
One Saturday morning each month, the vendors of the Greenpoint Food Market converge on the Church of the Messiah in Brooklyn.
“This is my investment in the future right now,” said Fabiana Lee, 26,
an interior designer who lost her job in 2009. She has been selling at
the Greenpoint market since its inception in October. After
experimenting with cookies
(too much competition), she has pared her offerings down to two:
gorgeously browned empanadas and irresistibly twee “cake pops,”
golf-ball-size rounds of cake perched on lollipop sticks. At the
moment, they are her main source of income.
Young, college-educated, Internet-savvy, unemployed and hoping to find
a place in the food world outside the traditional route, she is typical
of the city’s dozens of new food entrepreneurs. As the next generation
of cooks comes of age, it seems that many might bypass restaurant
kitchens altogether. Instead, they see themselves driving trucks full
of artisanal cheese around the country, founding organic breweries,
bartering vegan pâtés for grass-fed local beef, or (most often) making it big in baking as the next Magnolia Bakery.
Joann Kim, 26, who organizes the market, cited the intersection of the
economic downturn and the rise of the local artisanal food movement as
reasons for the recent flowering of small culinary start-ups.
Aspiring cooks (and the adventurous eaters who love them) come face to
face at markets like this one, which are opening and expanding at a
brisk pace. The Brooklyn Flea, the Hester Street Fair and the
soon-to-reopen New Amsterdam Market have become tasting destinations,
where handmade food is as much of a fetish as vintage Ray-Bans or
bargello pillowcases. The all-food Greenpoint market, which is open to
home cooks of all stripes, is one-stop shopping: Mexican-Indian tacos,
artisanal soda pop, roof-grown produce, exotic chili peppers,
long-brined pickles, Taiwanese street food and retro-Southern snacks
under one roof.
“I feel like I’m at a science fair and I get to eat all the
experiments,” said Erin Massey, a Chicago native who lives in Brooklyn,
looking around the crowded church basement. “It’s like going to a music
festival with all the different bands, only here it’s different kinds
of kombucha.”
There were almost 50 vendors. Many had been up since dawn, rolling rice
balls, filling containers with waffle batter, crimping pie crusts. In
headscarves, retro-chic aprons and all manner of eyewear, they skidded
around the crowded basement, jockeying for electrical outlets and
space.
“We do whatever it takes,” said Nicole Asselin, who brought tiny pies
filled with organic rhubarb, chocolate chip cookies (to be warmed in
the hot-pink oven) and logs of butter mashed with wild ramps that she
had gathered in Vermont.
Each vendor had paid $25 to $50 for a table, with half the money going
to the church and half to Ms. Kim. The cash they earned was theirs to
keep. At $4 an ice pop or $3 an empanada, the margins on many products
seemed high, but some of the vendors who have been operating without
official certification may soon see their profits shrink.
On May 28, the New York Department of Health confirmed that all food
vendors in the city must have a food handling permit, and may use only
approved commercial kitchens. Renting space in a commercial kitchen
costs about $200 for eight hours. For some vendors like Ms. Lee, who is
in the process of getting her permit, that would mean the difference
between making a small profit and just breaking even on a day at the
market.
Ms. Kim said that she believed that the fact that the money benefited
the church meant that unlicensed vendors were allowed to participate.
“I guess we’ve been trying to fly below the radar a little bit,” she
said, acknowledging that the bustle of the church basement might
disappear under official scrutiny. “It’s been a wild ride.”
Some of the vendors were amateurs there on a lark, to earn brownie bragging rights and a little spending money.
But for many, the stakes were much higher. In these markets, cooks like Laena McCarthy of Anarchy in a Jar,
who makes extraordinary preserves from local fruit, have a shot at
developing a viable food business without working with a commercial
processor, such as the large food companies that she deems “evil
agribusiness warlords.” (Her company’s motto is “The Revolution Starts
in Your Mouth.”) Ms. McCarthy’s jams have recently been picked up for
sale by a Whole Foods store in Manhattan; for her, and others, a
national distribution deal is the dream.
But for now, most of the vendors have a “day job” of some kind. Ms.
McCarthy works as a librarian and teaches library science. Ms. Asselin
is a pastry chef at Marlow & Sons in Williamsburg. Jun Aizaki, who
makes Japanese rice balls called onigiri, wrapped in and scented with
banana leaves, has designed the interiors of New York restaurants such
as Rayuela and Macondo.
Two eminent but unemployed pastry chefs — Fany Gerson and Hannah
Goldberg — banded together to start La Newyorkina, making delicious
Mexican-style paletas, or ice pops, in flavors like mango, guava and
horchata (cinnamon-rice). They have been selling outdoors at the new
Hester Street Fair, and handed out mini-paletas to children to draw
their parents in.
“If we first build a following at the markets and online,” Ms. Goldberg
said, “then we can get the money to open a storefront that much more
easily.” Professionals like Ms. Goldberg say that a commitment to
marketing, packaging and general hustling are as important — or more so
— as kitchen skills. Twitter, Facebook, Etsy, Tumblr and Blogspot are important for spreading the word; so are the city’s many new amateur cooking contests, like the Brooklyn Pie Bake-Off; so are food shops with a commitment to local artisans, like Blue Apron Foods in Park Slope and the Northern Spy Food Company in the East Village.
So is paring down your line.
“I’ve already seen that you do much better if you’re ‘that girl’ who
sells ‘that thing,’ ” said Ms. Asselin, who has yet to commit.
Ms. Lee is still deciding whether her business, La Tía Faby, will focus
on empanadas or cake pops. Growing up in Buenos Aires, she said, she
set her sights early on a life in New York City.
“I was used to being the only Asian girl at school,” said Ms. Lee,
whose parents were born in South Korea and now own a knitwear company
in Argentina; she is fluent in English, Spanish and Korean. “But I
loved the mix of people and food in New York.” Ms. Lee said that her
mother, who served steak with kimchi on many nights, taught her the
basics of cooking, both Argentine and Asian. Ms. Lee’s chorizo and
kimchi empanadas with Korean glass noodles are pleated down the edge,
like huge Chinese dumplings; the spinach and mushroom version is folded
like a fortune cookie.
Ms. Lee moved to New York to study interior design at Pratt Institute
in Brooklyn; when she graduated in 2006, she quickly found a job at a
downtown firm. But in early 2009, she said, the effects of the stock
market downturn began to hit. “It was almost a relief when I got laid
off like everyone else,” she said. “Better than sitting at my desk
waiting for it to happen.” Then she spotted an online open call for
vendors at the Greenpoint market.
The recession weaves through the back stories of many of the itinerant
vendors, even those who are not new to selling food. Matt and Alison
Robicelli had both a fledgling cupcake operation and a specialty foods
shop in Bay Ridge until last October, when they decided that
brick-and-mortar was a losing proposition. “We sat down with an adviser
who looked at our crazy life and said, ‘You have three things to take
care of: your shop, your cupcake business and your kids,’ ” she said.
“He told us we had to pick two.” Now they sell cupcakes — including a
dark, bittersweet “Bea Arthur” number that combines chocolate, coffee
and cheesecake flavors — through various cafes, at the Greenpoint
market, and at another newly opened Brooklyn venue, the outdoor Red
Hook Mercado.
Ms. Lee is still unemployed, but she has never worked harder, she said,
trying to build a viable business one bite at a time. The day before
the Greenpoint market, in her sixth-floor walkup in Chelsea, Ms. Lee
folded hundreds of empanadas and painstakingly decorated dozens of cake
pops to look like pale yellow chicks, using sprinkles and edible inks
she orders from online candy suppliers. (Cake pops and cake balls, made
by mixing fresh cake crumbs with frosting, then dipping balls of the
mixture into “candy melt” for a smooth, Ring-Ding-like coating, are
up-to-the-minute successors to the no longer trendy cupcake.)
“Transportation is by far the biggest stress,” said Ms. Lee, who must
travel by subway or taxi to Greenpoint; there are many casualties among
the empanadas. But her wares have always sold out, so far. All day at
the market, women exclaimed over the cake pops and asked about custom
orders for baby showers and birthday parties; only a few of these
inquiries have ever panned out. She took home about $500 in cash,
having sold out by 3 p.m.
One of the charms of the food-market scene is an Old World sense of
cozy community: everyone seems to know one another. But this also means
a race to capture shoppers before somebody else does. At Greenpoint,
two vendors of kombucha were stationed right across from each other,
and there was more than one seller of pickles, fizzy drinks and
gluten-free muffins.
“I didn’t know there would be another granola,” said Alex Crosier of Granola Lab, eyeballing the competition for her ginger-molasses and cranberry-cashew mixtures.
At the end of the day, said Ms. Asselin, the vendors are very tired,
very thirsty (much of the food is very sweet, very salty or both) and
not much richer.
“It’s hard work,” said Hannah Goldberg, speaking about her time at the
Hester Street Fair. “Our ancestors came through the Lower East Side to
find a better life, and our parents think it’s crazy that we’re back
here selling from a pushcart.
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