I have become a bit of a Facebook junkie. There - I admitted it. Moving on.
We went to a football party at a friends' home Saturday night and as has become the norm for our circle of friends, I was asked to bring my chocolate chip cookies. Now you may call me weird. You may call me a bold faced liar. You may call me any name in the book but I promise I tell the truth with my next line. Of every 6 dozen batch of chocolate chip cookies I make, I eat maybe 3 on a good round. Not 3 dozen. I eat 3.
I have been told that these are the best cookies on the planet. The same friend who we were visiting is also a tremendous fan of the chocolate covered cherries. I am a bit afraid of the Christmas party this year because I have promised Oreo truffles and I am petrified of his reaction.
Why would I be afraid that someone will enjoy my confections? Because my friend has decided that it is my calling to open a sweets shop/bakery to peddle my wares. This is a bad time of year to suggest it to me. Because once again, I can be sold.
I would love to have my own shop. I would love to be able to get up at 3 AM (properly caffeinated of course); go bake for several hours; take my "lunch" break to go see the children off to school; go back and bake a while longer and be home when they got out of school. It would be a great job for me!
Here's the problem. I am a leg work person. I do not have a business head. I do not have invest able capital and I would hate to try to manage some one and teach them how to make my confections. I have barely been able to teach my children. And there is no way I could begin to deal with allergy labels, ingredient lists, industrial equipment costs, product pricing, and any catering or special order concepts.
Put me in my kitchen and let me bake and I am a happy girl. Muddle my oven with all that other stuff and you might as well turn off the gas. I fear that taking my baking to the next level would kill it. But then again, what if it is just fear holding me back?
So when my friend looked at me and said "Every time I see you post something on Facebook, I think, 'You should be baking,' " he started the annual fall day dream. The great what if parade that makes me wonder if I couldn't pull it off.
But then I'd have to come up with a catchy name, and who has time to be that creative? I have quizzes to take and farms to tend on Facebook!
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That's how I feel about my cooking and baking too. I've worked in restaurants, I know the long hours. I don't want to go to school to become a chef even though my husband encourages me to do so. I think it'll take all the fun out of it and make it a chore. I told him he'll end up like contractor's wives. Always the last project on the list, and he'd probably end up eating McD's take out LOL.
That reminds me of my best friend's father. He makes some of the most beautiful cradles and toyboxes I have ever seen. You give him wood, he can make anything you want and it will beat anything you can buy at an expensive furniture store. He could make a lot of money with it. But he refuses to sell any of it - he gives it to people as gifts. He said if he did it for money, he'd feel too much pressure and he'd start to hate it. Like with my photography... when I really started pushing the business idea of it, I just stopped wanting to take pictures.
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