Yesterday I was cooking rice to go with my chipotle lime chicken and peppers. I love rice. I especially love it with chili and soups. This is the best pot to cook it in, so I was very sad when, about a year ago, I cracked the lid, and it was no longer usable.
I tried using a saucer to cover the top while the rice cooked. It worked okay but getting that very hot saucer off the top was quite difficult and, at times, painful. I just had to make do. But I refused to go buy another pot and lid.
It was when I was at the GW Boutique several months ago that I remembered something that Mama did years and years ago. She had a skillet that she liked to use that either didn’t have a lid or the lid, just like mine, was disabled. She went to a flea market about ten minutes from the house one day, and she found a glass lid the perfect size! I remember thinking how ingenious that was. She was not going to let go of a perfectly good skillet just because it didn’t have a lid. And that skillet and lid are great partners still to this day.
So as I walked down the dishes aisle of this particular GW Boutique, I decided to give it a try. And there on the bottom shelf, in the midst of a stack of lids of all shapes and sizes, was this lid. I didn’t know if it would work for sure, as I hadn’t measured my pot, but for 88 cents, I figured it was worth a shot.
And look at it go! Perfect.
Mama and Daddy raised us to be good stewards of our belongings and our world. We didn’t throw things out. Mama kept a mending pile, and she mended jeans and shirts and all kinds of things. Daddy changed the oil in the vehicles himself and fixed furniture pieces and cars and squeaky hinges. I can remember them buying an old beat up desk for a bargain price, stripping it and refinishing it. It still sits in the same spot in the house at Blackberry Flats. There was no buying something new for the sake of buying something new. If you could make the old something work, that’s what you did. I once found a child’s rocking chair, old and faded at the GW Boutique. Daddy took it apart piece by piece, stained it, and put it back together. Beautiful. One of my treasures.
I love the country song, “Dirt Road Anthem,” sung by Jason Aldean. I can still remember the first time I heard it. In it there is a line “If it’s broke ’round here we fix it.” Truth. That in, a nutshell, is how I was raised. The preceding line is “We like cornbread and biscuits” which is also truth. (And you just gotta respect someone who makes a rhyme of biscuits and fixed it, don’t you think?)
Tonight I am thankful for the frugality and good stewardship of my parents and their efforts to pass that along to us. I am thankful that there are GW Boutiques pretty close to all of my beaten paths, and that I have three children who not only put up with going, but who ask to go and “pop some tags” on a regular basis. We don’t buy for the sake of buying, but if we find a bargain, we have been known to get quite excited. And finally, I am thankful for that glass lid–a link to the past and a sign that I might just be turning into my Mama. I should be so lucky.