Warp Speed, Mr. Sulu

So, uh, hey there. I guess it's been a minute since I was last here. We've had three market seasons, a Rebel-Ginger wedding and an elementary school career - all in the rearview mirror.

We've baked for weddings, parties, festivals, friends, families and co-workers. And now, here we we are. But where is that exactly?

Last year, the Ginger suggested that we make Rebel's Kitchen something more than a cottage business, something beyond my nomadic pile of sugar, flour and conversation. He said I should have my own place. I started to disagree but couldn't really come up with a good reason for why that wasn't a fine idea. So we set about doing some research, talking to some people, creating a plan that we innocently called Plan A. We were so pie-eyed, so cute, so eager.

Nearly a year later, we're still cute and eager but our eye pies have become less pie, more pie chart. Now that we're several plans down the contingency rabbit hole, we've soft-landed in Food Truckville.

But not just any food truck. It wouldn't fit with the Rebel hallmark to buy a taco truck from Craigslist or a BBQ Bus from Food Truck Nation Dot Com. Oh, no. That's just a little too store-brand vanilla extract for Rebel's Kitchen.  We go big or we stay up all night and go even bigger.

In my web wanderings, I landed on a business that creates custom vehicles from parts of old cars. They're kinda like a cross between Shelly's Dr. Frankenstein and the lovechild of Chip Foose and Jessie James. I scrolled through the pictures, paused to wipe the happy tears from my eyes, scrolled some more, paused to fan myself and then started forwarding links to the Ginger, fingers on fire, breath coming in short bursts.

As I suspected, he was into it. Mama didn't raise no dummy. This Rebel gearhead found a herself Ginger gearhead partner and we began to dream about and plan a Rebel's Kitchen on wheels.

So, what happens when you decide you want to combine a 1949 Chevy Cab over Engine (COE) truck with the back end of a 1934 Ford Schoolbus? Well, a lot. But before any of that lot happens, you have to find some dough - and not the kind I put into my oven. Would that it were that easy.

The Ginger and I talked about how we might drum up some cash. We rejected a few ideas pretty easily. Dance lessons - seems no one really wants to learn to moonwalk anymore. Knitting lessons - I can teach you to start but never, ever finish.  Ballet - yeah, no.  So we thought we'd just ask for your help.  And we started a crowdfunding campaign on IndieGoGo.

Rebel's Kitchen IndieGoGo link

And then, something happened that I didn't expect.  People started contributing money.  And now I'm worried about spending your money. To do awesome things, yes, but still.

So the plan continues, morphs, grows. I'm staying off-balance, on purpose and ready to handle whatever comes.

Thank you all from the bottom of my sugar bowl to the top of my sugar skull. Truly.

So how about we take the first star on the left, then straight on 'til morning. Sound good?