Monday, October 1, 2018

Food Truck

A friend of mine (or a sort of friend, someone who I want to be a friend, who I've met and would like to know better because she's pretty awesome, but is a Facebook friend - wow, way too much unpacking there) is opening a food truck. It's a rough business and takes a lot of work. I'm sure she's up for it, but I can't imagine why anyone who isn't a chef would want to do such a thing. She's a singer/songwriter and she's truly fantastic.
This does make me think, though, about how many dreams we're allowed to follow at a time. She wants to have a food truck with good soul food (vegetarian with some completely began items - YAY!). And, now she's going to do that while also doing her music. It's great to think that she can do bother. Brave and bold, and well, I'd get stuck on the timing of it.
Food trucks are usually open on weekend nights, but that's when the best music gigs are. Maybe you can cook the food in advance (low and slow does make the best soul food) and have someone else serve, but then people also like their food fresh and made to order.
I can hold myself back all I want. Just because I do, doesn't mean she does. It makes me happy that she's pursuing it anyway, and when it opens - maybe at the end of the month, I'll send a shout out and a link.
In the mean time, my job is to be supportive and helpful because everyone has a dream or three. 
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I was born and reared in Austin, Texas, where I attended three elementary schools, three middle schools, one high school, and one university. I've backpacked through Europe, gone on an archeological dig in the Belizean rainforest, scuba dived through the Atlantic reefs, and skydived over San Marcos. And, while hang-gliding turned out not to be for me, I did give it a shot.