many a night i spent dreaming up ways i could make a food delivery service come to fruition. i’d turn over scenarios in my head… catchy names, food truck artwork, meals that would be eaten easily while standing or sitting in the grass, visions of hipsters noshing on a paper lined boat of my fabulous ‘something or other’ and posting about it on twitter or the FB. i imagined rolling through Larryville in my converted mail truck throwing peace signs out the open door/window here and there. rocking out to death cab for cutie… wearing an apron with the words ‘SHARE GOOD VIBES’ on it. i could finally get that cute little spoon tattoo on my hand at the base of my thumb! and then maybe later a santoku knife on my other wrist (cause you know you’re always thinking about your NEXT tat the minute you leave the parlor)… this is literally how i would fall asleep more nights than i can remember. i still do sometimes… even though i have done the homework and know how hard it is to turn even a meager profit while manning a food truck biz. it is a labor of love, as a brick and mortar restaurant would be as well. be prepared to be married to it they say. fourteen hour days are the minimum, with sixteen hour days being more realistic, after preparation, clean up, book keeping, and maintenance woes on a daily. not to mention finding a co-owner, helping hand or hired staff you can trust and rely on always. not a good look for a wife and mother of two. life is hard sometimes. you know what you enjoy doing… you know you are good at it… you know people would LIKE what you sling… but you meet roadblock after roadblock when thinking of how you can get there. more often than not, it’s money. things cost money. A LOT of money. to get a food truck up and running and stocked with equipment, etc etc- you’re looking at at least 30G’s start up cost… rockstar trucks decked out with bells and whistles… 70 G. but hot damn are they beautiful. if i was rich/ aka a trust funder or one of those lucky SOB’s who hit a powerball ticket with a group for 4 mill a piece… Hell to the Yezzesss i’d be all over this. i’d service private picnics or corporate events… do festivals and fairs… have FUN with it. but for now, i am a nurse. i make a fine and comfortable living doing it. make no mistake in thinking me ungrateful for said career. i worked hard to become a nurse, and it was not easy. i feel proud of this accomplishment in my life- especially deciding to do it late, as i was about to turn 30 and already working as a social worker after college. nursing has been good to me. to us. but this post is about passion. about the Foodie world that exists in my mind. so i do what anyone in this situation would do. i think small. what can i do that would simulate being a part of the food service industry while allowing me to harness some of my entrepreneurial spirit??? i seek out small groups of people that would like me to cook for them. ie: a pediatrics office full of busy, hungry medical professionals who get an hour lunch break each day; a group of hungry policemen who are notorious for working up appetites while out fighting crime. the latter had me cooking for them a week before Christmas this year… and they were pleased as punch with the whole foodie event! prior to this i cooked for my co-workers, who also found the whole delivery yummy and satisfying! so i am having fun with it… but on a small scale. my food truck is my silver Subaru… and i am finally using up some of the hundreds of containers i bought online late one night when i was feeling extra ‘ready’ to make this REAL. after all, a girl’s gotta dream. if you never CHASE you dreams you will never CATCH them.