It has been a few months since I gave up my glamorous job in the book mines and became a hausmann. The honeymoon period is ending now and I find myself settling into the domestic routine of cleaning and cooking and parenting. A strange place to find myself, but I like it here more every day. There are new skills to develop and opportunities to distill my passions into more powerful spirits.
Yesterday I gave notice at my day job. I’ve been flipping books there for seven years and I have a lot of great memories and I now know far more about the book industry than I really wanted to. The real question is what do I do with myself now?
Among the many skills that I have been eager to hone lately, there is cooking. I’m not much of a cook, for all of my bachelor years I stated that I knew how to ‘prepare food,’ but not cook as such. It’s basically true. I can make simple food that was sufficient to stave off scurvy while I lived alone through my late 20s and early 30s. Lately though I have been looking for new things to learn and Mrs. Portmandia is more than appreciative that I might be willing to cook meals for her for a change.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about small business. I had a small online business that I ran for years and I’d like find a way to become self-employed. Since I’m up here living the dream in Little Bay Root, I’ve been thinking about small culinary endeavors, specifically food carts. The other night, inspiration struck as Mrs. Portmandia and I were eating our dinner in a rather unconventional manner.