Bread and Butter

I went to the flea market with my dad today. We picked up all kinds of delicious produce. When we got home, I was getting hungry, so I looked around the kitchen for something to eat. We had just bought peaches, pears, grapes, and cucumbers. All of them were fit for a snack. Instead, I get a slice of bread, spread on some butter, and go to town.

It's funny. I'm so used to making a big production with a meal. I could have taken that bread, put on mayo, mustard, relish, lettuce, tomato, swiss, cheddar, pepper, and ham, and made monstrous (and delicious) sandwich. But I didn't. For whatever reason, I made the most boring thing possible. And you know what? It was delicious. I loved every bite of it. I enjoyed that bread and butter so much I had two or three more slices.

When we call something our bread and butter, we're often saying that it's the bare minimum. It's the plain and boring that everybody learns and knows. Once you learn that there is more exciting stuff than bread and butter, we're never supposed to have it again.

But that's just not the case. Sometimes you have to go simple. Sometimes you don't need to write a science fiction romance thriller. Sometimes you can stick to one simple story, tell it in your personal way, and let it stand as it is. If somebody is in the mood for a bread and butter story, there it will be.