08/31/2026
10 days. We fu***ng did it.
I don’t really know how else to describe the last 10 days other than saying it was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Going into our first Marshfield Fair, we knew it was going to be a challenge. What I don’t think we understood was just how much it would take. Cooking overnight, prepping in the morning, opening the window, serving all day, cleaning everything down, figuring out what we needed for the next day, reloading the smokers and doing it all over again.
Freedom Fire doesn’t have a restaurant behind it. We don’t have a big kitchen or a full-time staff preparing everything while we show up and serve it. This is Cassie and me, our trailer, our smokers, and a group of absolutely incredible friends and family who stepped in when we needed them.
And we needed them.
To every one of you who came into that trailer, put on gloves, took orders, made bowls, wrapped sandwiches, ran food, cleaned, stocked, prepped, or just helped keep us sane: thank you. There is absolutely no chance Cassie and I could have pulled this off without you.
And to everyone who came to the fair specifically to find Freedom Fire, came back a second or third time, told somebody else to try us, waited in line, posted about the food, or just stopped by to tell us you were proud of what we’re building: thank you.
There were moments this week where we were completely exhausted and running on fumes, but then we’d look out that window and see another line forming.
That’s something I’ll never forget.
We learned a lot. We made mistakes. We ran out of food. We made more. Then we ran out again. 😂
But we fu***ng did it.
Our first Marshfield Fair is in the books.
I’m tired. I’m sore. I don’t want to look at another pork butt for at least 24 hours.
And I’m incredibly fu***ng proud of this crew.
Thank you. ❤️🔥
Freedom Fire BBQ