Fri. Sat. & Sun.
7 am to 4pm
Fortunately for me, cooking and family gatherings have always
been an important part of my life. From traditional holiday dinners
where 40 people crowded into the house, learning to cook beside my
mom or lazy summer nights drinking tea with my sisters and playing
cards until the wee hours of the morning, these are the memories I
cherish most.
Having been happily married to my high school sweetheart for more
than twenty years, his was also a big happy family. They made
strudel at Christmas, enormous Thanksgiving dinners and his mom was
famous for her race track chili.
It is all those traditions that seem all the more special as the
years go by. As parents of two boys, we have tried to instill the importance of
family gatherings. Our own dinner table is the place where we have
always caught up on the days events. Although they are both college
age, dinner is still the time of day I look forward to most.
After starting and growing a fundraising business that included our
own brand of fresh roasted coffees and specialty teas, I decided to
venture out and offer these products at local farmers markets, craft
and art shows. “Main Street Mixes” was born.
Sometimes just the smell or taste of a certain food can bring back a
fond memory. We hope our foods do that for you. Eating and sharing
stories around the table is what makes a home. It has been so much
fun creating these products and our hope is that your family enjoys
them as much as ours does.
Each department within Main Street Mixes has very special meaning.
Hopefully sharing these true stories will help you understand our
passion.
Fondly,
Julie & Darin
My parents and three older siblings lived on this street in Chicago before the “big” move to California. Let me just say that my parents have always loved coffee. The smell of fresh brewed java radiates through their house. Many mornings my mom has drank a pot or two before day light. My dad tells stories about her giving the four of us coffee in our bottles. Many friends in the 70’s were shocked that as teens we were allowed to drink the stuff. She was trendy, long before the times and I might add it didn’t stunt our growth.
As a little girl I can remember going to my grandparents house on Magnolia Street. My Pa had a huge garden with every imaginable vegetable. My love of farmers markets is a direct result of all the summer days I spent with him in that little yard. My Nana on the other hand was a tea drinker, in fact I have no memories of her drinking anything else. Chai was served all day, everyday. We drank from small tea glasses with a cubed sugar placed in our mouths instead of in the cup. Those were the days!
This is where my husbands mom lived with her parents and sister. His grandma Josie was one of those grandma’s who’s food you never got tired of eating. Grandpa Joe died young, so she lived with his family when we were teens. Their house was where everyone wanted to hang out. Mostly playing pool and video games. His mom never cared how many friends he invited over. Grandma was more than happy to cook everyone food. You could ask her make anything, and she would. It was usually her famous pancakes, but her home made soup was always a welcome treat.
My father in law was raised in this small house in a rural farming community. The kind of town where everyone knows everybody. Grandma Bessie was loved for many reasons; her laugh, her faith and her cooking. Darin and his brother spent many a summer haying cattle and working in her garden. .A visit to the ranch meant one thing, good food. I must say, absolutely nothing was more enjoyable than waking up to the smell of eggs, bacon and grandma Bessie’s biscuits. Grandpa Ted was one lucky man.
