06/09/2026
After 12 years in business, I’m tired.
Not the kind that a good night’s sleep fixes.
The kind that comes from carrying everything for everyone for far too long.
For 12 years, Farm To Belly has been a one-woman show. I have been the chef, dishwasher, grocery shopper, maintenance, event coordinator, bookkeeper, delivery driver, staffing manager, and everything in between. I have poured my heart, soul, and every ounce of energy I had into serving others.
During my busiest season, it felt like everything that could break, did. Multiple pieces of equipment went out at once. The office help I had for a short time went down a different path. Before she left, she told me that God had promised He would take care of me. To be honest, I have wrestled with that. Because I don’t feel taken care of at all. I
I’m overwhelmed.
I’m overworked.
I’m underpaid (actually I haven’t ever paid me)
I’m forgotten.
And somewhere along the way, I lost my sense of worth.
After years of being told I’m “too expensive,” being asked to create miracles on $4–5 per person budgets, constantly giving more than was paid for, absorbing last-minute additions, and trying to keep everyone happy, my cup has run dry.
Outside of work, I’ve also been dealing with conflict and people whose actions have caused damage and stress that I simply don’t have the capacity to carry.
I have nothing left to pour.
I’ve been told by so many people to quit cooking and change careers, be a culinary teacher, be this or that. I appreciate all advise and consider everything. My brain is just not functioning enough to comprehend what is happening.
So over the next couple of months, I will be stepping back to recover, reorganize, repair and replace equipment, catch up on the parts of the business that have been neglected, and hopefully bring some much-needed help into the office, or go on a another path.
- And for the 1st time in a long time, I’ll be slowing down enough to finally work on something that has been on my heart—my cookbook. Taste, Grit, and Grace. A book that tells my story—from learning to cook, to working in peach orchards and lavender farms, to culinary school, to building a business and finding my own voice as a chef.
I don’t know exactly what the future holds.
I know my faith has been shaken.
I know I have questions.
I know I am weary.
But I also know that I cannot continue like this.
So I’m choosing to rest.
Not because I’ve given up.
Not because Farm To Belly is over.
But because even the strongest people/machine eventually need time.
Thank you to every friend, and supporter who has truly valued my work over these past 12 years. Your kindness and encouragement have meant more than you know.
I hope that after some time, some healing, and maybe a few chapters written, I’ll come back with a full cup again.
Until then, I’m choosing grace.
❤️
— Mallorey
Farm To Belly 🍑🌿📖✨