One would assume that a passion for cooking would translate well into a job. No. Fuck no. Food service, even in fine dining, is absolute hell.
If money we're no object I would love to host meals for people in my dream home. Kind of like a food Network show/Tupperware Party but in person and without awkwardly trying to hawk merchandise.
They can come when food is ready or come early if they want, start with cocktails, and i walk them through the entire preparation start to finish. I love watching people cringe when I start making something that their childhood ruined, Then gauging their pleasent surprise when something like Brussels sprouts can actually taste phenominal when prepared right. Introducing people to new foods they love, showing them industry shortcuts, and especially demistifying complex dishes feels like teaching a kid how to ride a bike.
Oh well, back to minumum wage reality.