(AKA Oops, We’re Doing This…)

Exactly one week ago, Ashley’s cousin hit us with a dangerous early morning text. The kind you probably shouldn’t answer unless you’re ready to torch your comfort zone:

“Randomly saw this on Marketplace.”

And just like that, our origin story began. All great fairytales start with a sketchy link, right?

Predictably, Ashley clicked.

Turns out, it was a listing for a 6×12’ concession trailer, conveniently located just ten minutes from our house. Empty on the inside, solid on the outside, bursting with possibility…We were intrigued. And overly-caffeinated. Bad combo.

We’d both been off socials for a while – unplugged and unbothered. So we never would’ve seen it if someone hadn’t remembered we’ve been quietly scheming about starting our own food spot.

Ashley smashed off a text to the seller, and the flavor gods took the wheel.

We saw the trailer that night. Chris went back with his buddy the next morning. We made an offer. Tomorrow, we roll.

The biggest hurdles (so far) have been:

1. Finding a spot to park this steel beast.
2. Not totally freaking out.

Shoutout to our new BFF at Crystal Outside Storage – total legend, parking savior, and future namesake of a sandwich we’ll probably call the “Dennis the Menace” – for hooking us up with a place to land. First problem: Solved.

So, what have we learned?

Well, clearly nothing from our past impulsive decisions and bright ideas gone bad. But also:

– Everyone needs at least one cousin who talks you into trouble.
– You miss 100% of the weird decisions you don’t make. (Okay, this one we knew already, but a reminder never hurts.)

Call it a midlife crisis. Call it a delicious disaster in the making. Whatever it is – it feels right. And real. And honestly, kind of electric.

We’re fired up to jump back into the suburban Chicago foodie scene after a few years off the grid. We’re hyped to link up with (and hopefully learn from) fellow food truck renegades. And most of all, we can’t freaking wait to feed y’all – from belly to soul.

So here we go. Chaos inbound. Cross your fingers we survive it with our marriage, our sanity, and our bank account still intact.

Got tips? Moral support? Built your own food trailer from scratch, sort of on a whim, and lived to tell the tale? Hit us up!

We’ll be documenting this whole wild ride, so stay tuned for more:

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