I’m not afraid to admit that in this world, I get by with a little help from my friends.
The garden is yielding zucchini in surplus. I’ve made zucchini bread, zucchini muffins – by the dozens. I’m honestly running out of people with whom I can give zucchini baked goods. Thankfully, my roommate’s sister brought about change in our kitchen by mentioning a new dish: zucchini lasagna. Replace noodles with veg, and you’re set. While my two best friends (featured above, very seriously), sliced and prepared, I didn’t do a damn thing. And for once, I felt fine.
There was a time when I couldn’t sit still. When the sight of someone else preparing dinner for me might have made me crazy. Years ago, I thought I had to do everything. Work, go to school, run half marathons, write stories, blog about my entire life, etc. etc. etc. and then make a delicious meal that was worth ooing and awwing over. There is no need for such madness when you have those special people in your life who volunteer to make your night a little easier.
I really could have done more to deserve this meal. But honestly, I deserve it just by being alive. I deserve it because my friends do nice things for me, and I do nice things for them. We are there for each other in a way just as close as family. So, will I eat a sauce-dripping, noodless vegetarian delight of a dish? You better believe it. And I got these guys to thank for it:
Friendly tip: You don’t have to do it all. Call upon a family member, a friend, your spouse, your neighbor. Whatever. People love to help. I think I, too often, forgot about that.