Friday was a good day for Quintin Middleton. As he packed up his wares after the first day of selling in the artisan tent at the Charleston Wine + Food Festival, he mentally took inventory of his remaining stock. “I’m gonna need to go home and make some more knives tonight!”
Imagine the baker archetype, tethered to the oven hearth while a humble brick of hand-mixed dough transforms into magic inside. Then there’s the farmer, skin ruddy and calloused, pouring blood and sweat into the earth and praying for sustenance in return.