When I Grow Up*

I am really struggling with what I want to do with myself.  I honestly wish that I knew what to do.  I feel like I am repeating myself, but let me ponder semi-out loud now.

There are a few things that have been rolling around in this head of mine. As I said yesterday, some of my ideas have been things that I would either need to return to school for, or that I would need some capital to get going.  It is possible to do both.

My first thought had been to open a hair salon for curly-haired children.  It is possible to be a salon owner and not be a cosmetologist, but I am the type of person who needs to know what to do, what is going on, so that I can give honest feedback to my employees.  I did a bit of a poll to see what some of my other curly-haired Mommas thought, and it seems like this could be a successful thing to do.  I am still thinking.

My sister wants to open a bakery.  We are both better than average bakers.  We both tend to take a recipe and run with it to make it better.  My sister is insanely creative, and artistic.  She has created some of the cutest cakes for our kids, and kids friends that I have ever seen.  Where I know how to run a retail establishment, I have never worked in any kind of food service.  This is the thing that scares me and makes me hesitant about this idea.  I am sure that I could figure it out, it couldn’t be any worse than starting a new job with a new company.  Always things you have to learn on the fly.

My sister mentioned this after I posted a “I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up” post on Facebook last night.

Mack quickly responded with a name.  I sort of love it.  Especially since it would be named in honor of my Mom.

Red Hot Momma

Red Hot Momma

This morning I started thinking of what we could make.  My first thought was to make and/or revise a few of my Mom’s favorites.  Turning some of the cakes to cupcakes, which seem to be so huge.  Cookies that are old family recipes.  Things that my Nana made, that my Mom made, that my sister and I have taken over the duties of making.)

Spiced Raisin Cake (cupcake form, cream cheese frosting)

Dark Chocolate Mayonnaise Cake (cupcake form, chocolate espresso butter cream

Decadent Almond Cake (glaze)

Peach Upside-down Cake

Some secret family cookies.  A few different dessert type breads.  Apple pie, not like my husband’s Nana used to make.

There are more.  I am making a list.  I am thinking a lot.  I am doing a lot of research.  This might be the thing.

Maybe I can hang up my stuffy banker clothes for good.


*Last night, I posted something on Facebook along the lines that I wished I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up.  I couldn’t believe the number of people who replied who also said they didn’t know what they wanted to be.  It was reassuring to know that I am not the only one who is 38 and still doesn’t have a clue.


3 Comments on “When I Grow Up*”

  1. Take it on the road! We have a cupcake truck in town, and I’m not even kidding when I say I will go hunt that sucker down. Something about MOBILE CUPCAKES seems like the best idea ever to me, as a lover of cupcakes and baked goods.

  2. Brad says:

    Grow up? To heck with that idea. While I have no experience with food service I’ve started companies and served as an advisor to entrepreneurs so if you ever need a sounding board I’d be only too happy to lend an ear (and maybe an opinion or 10).

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