08/10/2026
This past weekend tested me in every way imaginable, but it also reminded me exactly what I’m made of. I showed up to a community event ready to introduce Domo’s Country Cooking to new faces, new supporters, and a new space… but almost immediately, I was met with challenge after challenge that forced me to adapt, adjust, and push through in real time.
I accepted an invitation to vend at a community event, excited for the opportunity to introduce Domo’s Country Cooking to even more people. But from the beginning, things didn’t exactly go as planned. Plans for power changed, my setup location shifted more than once, and at one point my tent ended up away from the main vendor area and outside of where most of the crowd was circulating. After speaking up for myself, I was able to get closer to the crowd, but by then, moving my entire setup wasn’t realistic. So I did what business owners do: I figured it out. I ended up running TWO setups. One with my tent at the top of the hill, and another down where the action was with a table, my fryers, my food, and absolutely NOTHING covering my head. 😂 I cooked through the heat, the beaming sun, AND eventually the rain. And baby… I STILL HAD A LINE. 🙌🏾🔥 I was so busy cooking, serving, and keeping everything moving that I didn’t even get an opportunity to take pictures of my own setup or capture the moment myself. Photos were taken of me during the event, but unfortunately I never received any of them, nor did I see them shared on my behalf, although I did see many of the other moments and people from the event being captured and posted.
I’m not mentioning that to take anything away from anybody else. I’m mentioning it because it was another moment that contributed to me feeling a little overlooked that day. And I’m allowed to acknowledge that. Being a Black woman, a business owner, and someone relatively new to a community where so many people have known each other for years, I understand that sometimes you have to walk into spaces and establish your own seat at the table. There were definitely moments that day when I questioned whether I was being given the same opportunity to be seen. But one thing about me? I’m not going to let an obstacle determine my outcome. I adjusted. I spoke up for myself. I kept cooking. I kept smiling. I kept serving. And the PEOPLE found Domo’s. ❤️
The line came. The support came. The compliments came. The feedback was AMAZING. People showed up, ate good, came back, told others, and reminded me exactly why I do what I do. So while there were things about my experience that I noticed—and trust me, I noticed 👀,I refuse to let those things overshadow the people who genuinely showed me love. To the ones who supported me, advocated for me, checked on me, helped me, purchased from me, told somebody else about my food, or simply gave me a word of encouragement: THANK YOU. ❤️ Your support did not go unnoticed either. Every event teaches you something. This one taught me that sometimes the space you’re given isn’t the space you’re meant to stay in. Sometimes you have to take control of a difficult situation, adjust the plan, and create your own opportunity. And that’s exactly what I did. I came in as the new girl. I left knowing Domo’s Country Cooking made its presence FELT. 💯🔥 A little sun couldn’t stop me. A little rain couldn’t stop me. A location change couldn’t stop me. And feeling overlooked DAMN SURE wasn’t going to stop me. I didn’t leave defeated. I left PROUD. Onward and upward. ❤️
Domo’s Country Cooking we’re just getting started.
