This is a simple recipe, simply prepared with simple ingredients – with a wonderfully simple but delicious taste. you know, so many of the best dishes are that way. They don’t need to be complicated or over thought in order to be delicious. I’ve convinced that most of life is meant to be that way as well – simple. Yet, we manage to overcomplicate it every single day. We can take something that is meant to be a line drawing and complicate it to the point of being a Monet.
There is a video on Youtube….Don’t worry, it’s not cute kittens or puppies doing tricks. My daughter loves those and I’ve had to sit through entire days of cute kitten videos (I’m being totally serious). They are cute and all that and I love kittens but I’m no longer in my pink puffy clouds and unicorn phase of life so when Katy Rose calls for a marathon, I come up with excuses to clean the house and cook things for her to keep her strength up as it goes into the third hour.
This video I’m taking about today is Youtube gold and I dearly love the woman in it. Apparently, it is about a year or so old but, being out of the loop as I am, I am just now seeing it.
Sweet Brown, a woman that I would love to sit down to a meal with, is being interviewed about a fire in her apartment. She tells how it took her by surprise and she ran out for her life once she realized what it was, then complains about an injury to her throat and ends with “I got bronchitis, Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
That’s my favorite line for 2013.
Ain’t nobody got time for that. As simple as it can be and it says so much.
To make it even better, someone has made a song of it so now I can sing it to myself as much as I want. “Ain’t nobody got time for that! Ain’t nobody got time for that! Ain’t nobody got time, ain’t nobody got time, ain’t nobody got time for that!”
Some folks look at the musical version and think it’s making fun of her, I watch that video like she’s a preacher and I’m the congregation. Preach it, Sweet Brown!
My great grandmother didn’t have time for that, either. She used to pick cotton in the blistering hot fields with her kids all day. When they headed back at the end of the day, there was a fence they had to climb across to get to their little shack house. After a day of picking and dragging that heavy cotton sack behind her, Lela would be so tired that she couldn’t lift her leg to climb over the fence. My grandmama says “The kids could climb the fence but mama was too tired to climb, so she’d just fall over it.”
Think about all of the other options available to her. She could have just stood there and whined. She could have had her kids try to help her over each day. But she didn’t have time for that. She had kids who were tired and hungry and she still had to prepare and cook supper for all of them. So she just fell over the fence and kept on going.
Last year around this time I shared with y’all about the day that I ended up needing a good many stitches in my head. I had an accident at home alone one day that resulted in a pretty impressive L shaped gash in the top of my skull. I was immediately perturbed because I had work to do. I took a photo of the wound and texted it to my friend Jyl, who used to be a paramedic, hoping she’d text me back and tell me it was okay to walk it off. She called me back laughing. “I think you gonna need to go to the emergency room kinda quick.”
Crud! I called my family doctor and told him “I don’t have time to go to the hospital and sit around all day, if you can see me I’ll come in but other than that I’ll just deal with it.”
He laughed at me too, but let me come in and stitched me up on his lunch hour. I had to put on a baseball cap and tuck all of my red stained hair up in it as I drove myself down there so I wouldn’t freak out people in traffic. I got my stitches, wore my baseball cap back home, took a shower real quick before the numbness wore off, dried and curled my hair, reapplied my makeup, cleaned up the stains from my carpet and washed the towels I’d used to try to stop it from bleeding. Then, drove to pick up the kids from school and came home to cook supper.
When my husband came home he said “Did you get a lot done today?”
I said “Well not really.”
I’d lost valuable work time taking care of that nonsense.
I had other options that day. I could have laid down and cried and called folks and told them I had a profusely bleeding head wound. I could have even called 911 and had them send an ambulance for me. I’m sure ambulances go for lesser things.
I could have called up my husband and made him miss a good day of work, too, to take me to the hospital. You really don’t want to go to the hospital around here unless you have a good bit of your life to dedicate to it. I think the wait is their version of triage. They figure the only folks who are serious are the ones willing to wait 8 hours, so they decide to see you at that point. I had kids to pick up from school and supper to cook and a mess to clean up and work still left to do. I didn’t have time for that.
The main thing, though, is that I was perfectly capable of taking care of it myself, so there was no reason to pull other’s away from what they were doing or cause a stir.
I had a friend who once said to me, “You’re the type of woman who would give birth in the fields and then go right back to picking cotton.”
My first and immediate thought was “Well, somebody’s gotta pick it.”
You know, it’s that inner drill sergeant of mine. The one I installed in my brain. It’s all in the way I talk to myself.
I’ve struggled with gravely deep depression in my life. Since I clawed my way out of that black pit, I’ve spent every day since making sure I don’t go back.
I’m like a recovering alcoholic who won’t allow themselves to be around alcohol. I won’t listen to certain music, I won’t watch certain tv shows, I won’t even read certain books or articles. I keep my head high and my thoughts on things worthwhile.
When I’m in a bad mood or feeling down I tell myself “I’ve been there and I ain’t going back. So if you want to hang around here, bad mood, you’d best suck it up and get happy real quick because I’ve got work to do.”
I used to lay in bed and bemoan that I had to get up, but one day that common sense side of me said “Well, you gonna lay here and whine about wanting more sleep or are you going to get up and put this day to good use? “
We don’t dedicate a day to being miserable. We don’t do a series of posts on Facebook about it. We don’t call up Mama and Daddy and cry over the phone.
So you’re tired, but there is a fence in front of you and you’ve got hungry kids. You can climb over it or you can fall over it, but it’s a fence that has to be gotten over one way or another.
Well, you need stitches. You’d best just accept it and get them so you can get back here and clean up this mess.
So life is hard. You can whine or you can stand up straighter and start conquering it.
I decided several years back that as long I’ve got a life to live, you won’t find me laid out on the fainting couch.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Now let’s cook.
You’ll need: Yellow Squash, Zucchinni, butter*, salt, and pepper.
*You can use 1/2 cup water in place of butter if you like. The butter does add a nice flavor hint but the veggies also taste wonderful on their own.
Place butter or water in large skillet over medium high heat.
I always eat a few slices raw because you know, cooking is hard work and you’ve got to keep your strength up!
Add veggies to skillet and cook over medium heat, stirring every few minutes, until veggies become translucent, about 8-10 minutes.
You don’t want them so cooked that they cry uncle, but just enough to make them tender.
Remove to bowl or platter.
Sprinkle with salt and pepper according to your taste, and serve.
This side dish is simple and clean tasting and goes really well with pretty much anything. You can serve this as is or add in other vegetables while it cooks, too! Try adding onions, tomatoes, thin sliced carrots, or anything else you have on hand!
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts.
Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.
Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me …
Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
~ Shel Silverstein
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