What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

I am 28 years of age and I still catch myself asking friends around the same age this question. And I was taken by surprise when Ryan asked me this same question (paraphrased of course) when he and Katie came over for dinner.

I said my dream (and I now add 'for the moment') would be to own a big enough kitchen and dining area in my house to host paying guests for dessert. And just today, I found out there is actually a term for that: underground restaurant. According to wikipedia.com, an underground restaurant is an eating establishment operated out of someone's home, generally (though not invariably) bypassing local zoning and health-code regulations. They are, in effect, paying dinner parties. They are usually advertised by word of mouth or guerrilla advertising, often on Facebook, and may require references to make a reservation.

And also today, I realised that I could also be content with being a market stall holder. I don't mean wet markets like those you find in Singapore, but rather farmers' markets or weekend markets. I would set up my stall early in the morning, display all my cakes and pastries, yak with customers all day long and pack up and head home when the sun sets. Just thinking about the amount of pleasure I'd derive out from this puts a wide smile on my face.