This new normal
This may seem odd to some of you who have seen Wandering Cooks kicking some serious arse on a Friday night, but I don’t take easily to making money. It’s taken a lot of money to get where Cooks was 3 weeks ago. About $700k more than its ever returned, and that’s not counting the 5 years I worked for nothing to give it the strength, the late night cuddles and the pep talks to get it to where it stood 3 weeks ago.
And maybe that’s why, when the earning mechanisms were ripped from under us, when we were finally forced to close our doors and pad off to our respective backyards to lick our paws and try to understand how quickly life changes… why it doesn’t actually feel like I’ve lost that much at all.
I feel the beating heart of this place without the money. I see it still growing in the panama berries and the people who are still here around me, working, not for money, but for passion. As one of my favourite people who works for me said ‘Ange, I don’t want to be in a world where Wandering Cooks doesn’t exist’. And so it is. That is why we will be back, because I agree entirely.