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From a very early age, I can remember my father getting up at 2am on weekends to work 'bakes'. As in clambakes. As in catered clambakes. This was in N. Eastern Ohio.
Here's the crux.
A fella, one day in the 50's threw a party in his backyard and invited his neighbors. He grilled some steaks, steamed a bunch of clams, boiled a lotta sweet corn and had a party. Big woop.
One of his friends liked it so much, he asked him if he'd help him throw a like party at his place. Then another asked. One thing led to another.
The guy (deceased a few years ago) ended up with an enormous seasonal clambake catering business that blossomed into a frozen fish wholesaling biz on the side - but still made most of his money from the clambakes.
By the time I got involved as a teen, this guy was doing 100 bakes a weekend (avg. 350 head at 30 bucks a plate PER BAKE)- a fleet of big Mercedes cold trucks - a store front - and lottsa willing workers who liked getting out on the weekends to pack the trucks, do the bakes, clean up and throw one back. 75% of his business was repeat business each year. All of the bakes were private and on site - (bars, golf courses, backyards, churches, you name it.) Swimming in cash this enterprise was.
This man died a VERY rich man. By the time I was old enough to drive, I TOO was doing the weekend bakes from Aug. through Nov., mostly cause I could lift heavy things, was too young to drink but old enough to drive.
It was an art - setting up and doing those bakes. People could not get enough of them - perhaps because they were so far inland.
Here's the crux.
A fella, one day in the 50's threw a party in his backyard and invited his neighbors. He grilled some steaks, steamed a bunch of clams, boiled a lotta sweet corn and had a party. Big woop.
One of his friends liked it so much, he asked him if he'd help him throw a like party at his place. Then another asked. One thing led to another.
The guy (deceased a few years ago) ended up with an enormous seasonal clambake catering business that blossomed into a frozen fish wholesaling biz on the side - but still made most of his money from the clambakes.
By the time I got involved as a teen, this guy was doing 100 bakes a weekend (avg. 350 head at 30 bucks a plate PER BAKE)- a fleet of big Mercedes cold trucks - a store front - and lottsa willing workers who liked getting out on the weekends to pack the trucks, do the bakes, clean up and throw one back. 75% of his business was repeat business each year. All of the bakes were private and on site - (bars, golf courses, backyards, churches, you name it.) Swimming in cash this enterprise was.
This man died a VERY rich man. By the time I was old enough to drive, I TOO was doing the weekend bakes from Aug. through Nov., mostly cause I could lift heavy things, was too young to drink but old enough to drive.
It was an art - setting up and doing those bakes. People could not get enough of them - perhaps because they were so far inland.