I can guarantee you that I would not be able to pick up the phone on Sunday and reach any of my home-town friends between the hours of 11AM-3PM. I know where they are though... at their Mama's for Sunday Dinner.
This is a tradition that goes back before we were born. Since the beginning of time, Southerners have spent Sundays with family eating giant homemade meals, napping in their daddy's Lazy-Boy, reading the newspaper, watching football, just taking it easy and catching up. I'm not romanticizing this either - it's the way that it is, or at least it was in the small town I grew up in.
I shared many Sunday meals at my friends' homes (and their grandparents) as a teenager having spent the night. Every weekend I ever spent visiting my college roommate was complemented with Sunday dinner at either her parents house (love me some of Judy's apple butter), an aunt's house or even her girlfriend's mother's house - the point being on Sunday you find someone's table to park your brogans under. Even as I got older, there was no hangover that would keep me away from the comforts of Sunday Dinner... I'd drag ass up, throw on a sweatshirt and ball cap and head home.
One of the things Jeff and I will never be on the same page about is how to spend Sundays. Sunday seems to be Jeff's "Day of Rest" wherein he wants to see no one and go nowhere. I find myself climbing the walls, missing my Mama and wanting so damn badly to be peeling peaches for a fresh cobbler she can toss together in 2 minutes. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and children more than anything on this earth, but Sunday for me is bigger than just us. It's watching Ginga wrap himself around Holly's finger and smelling the mouthwatering goodness coming from Mom's kitchen. It's stretching out on someone else's couch - a luxury I don't get at home because there is always something that needs to be done at home. It's grandparents helping entertain the kids for a little so I can actually pee alone or slip out on the front porch and sit with my hubby - just the two of us. It's the perfect way to end the week and get ready for the next.
I can't think about Sunday Dinner without thinking about my friend Stephanie. Stephanie has spent many a Sunday at my folks' house and can tell you in under 15 seconds what she'd like to have: Baked ham, macaroni & cheese, butter beans, greasy rice (actually, that's mine, but you HAVE to have greasy rice with ham!), potato salad and biscuits. All homemade, all delicious and all reasons why she loves my mom!
My Perfect Sunday Dinner
Fried Cubed Steak
Rice & Gravy
Crowder Peas
Sliced Tomatoes & Cucumbers
Zucchini Pie
Biscuits
Chocolate Delight or Banana Pudding for dessert!
What's yours? What dishes sum up good memories for you? Please post your favorites here or send me an email. I'd love it if you would share your recipes too!
This is a tradition that goes back before we were born. Since the beginning of time, Southerners have spent Sundays with family eating giant homemade meals, napping in their daddy's Lazy-Boy, reading the newspaper, watching football, just taking it easy and catching up. I'm not romanticizing this either - it's the way that it is, or at least it was in the small town I grew up in.
I shared many Sunday meals at my friends' homes (and their grandparents) as a teenager having spent the night. Every weekend I ever spent visiting my college roommate was complemented with Sunday dinner at either her parents house (love me some of Judy's apple butter), an aunt's house or even her girlfriend's mother's house - the point being on Sunday you find someone's table to park your brogans under. Even as I got older, there was no hangover that would keep me away from the comforts of Sunday Dinner... I'd drag ass up, throw on a sweatshirt and ball cap and head home.
One of the things Jeff and I will never be on the same page about is how to spend Sundays. Sunday seems to be Jeff's "Day of Rest" wherein he wants to see no one and go nowhere. I find myself climbing the walls, missing my Mama and wanting so damn badly to be peeling peaches for a fresh cobbler she can toss together in 2 minutes. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and children more than anything on this earth, but Sunday for me is bigger than just us. It's watching Ginga wrap himself around Holly's finger and smelling the mouthwatering goodness coming from Mom's kitchen. It's stretching out on someone else's couch - a luxury I don't get at home because there is always something that needs to be done at home. It's grandparents helping entertain the kids for a little so I can actually pee alone or slip out on the front porch and sit with my hubby - just the two of us. It's the perfect way to end the week and get ready for the next.
I can't think about Sunday Dinner without thinking about my friend Stephanie. Stephanie has spent many a Sunday at my folks' house and can tell you in under 15 seconds what she'd like to have: Baked ham, macaroni & cheese, butter beans, greasy rice (actually, that's mine, but you HAVE to have greasy rice with ham!), potato salad and biscuits. All homemade, all delicious and all reasons why she loves my mom!
My Perfect Sunday Dinner
Fried Cubed Steak
Rice & Gravy
Crowder Peas
Sliced Tomatoes & Cucumbers
Zucchini Pie
Biscuits
Chocolate Delight or Banana Pudding for dessert!
What's yours? What dishes sum up good memories for you? Please post your favorites here or send me an email. I'd love it if you would share your recipes too!
4 comments:
Ahmen to the Sunday Dinner, you can always wash, while I dry, no one cares if you all are in the kitchen and you can't do nutin'
wrong, theres just different, not wrong...hey, maybe my pie is the little yellow squash kind make with DUkes mayo and crushed ritz and cheese!!
You hit the nail on the head with my favorite Sunday dinner, which by the way...I did not get this year for my birthday from Mrs. Carol so I am pretty pissy! ;-)
I can't think of Sunday's without dinner at Mrs. Carol's house or waking up at Amy's and smelling Mrs. Cheryl's home cooking (back in those days, we didn't get up until noon!).
Well, I unfortunately do not have any fond Sunday memories at my house, but I do have sweet memories of the Richburgs' old house tucked away in Gaston. I remember making cheese toast and iced tea and laying by the pool. I remember Mandy's dad making some whiskey/honey concoction when we were sick. I remember eating dinner at the table using actual table manners. I remember Mandy's house being my sanctuary and I am grateful for that little slice of heaven. :)
JenniMouse, I'm so glad you remember and loved us... we loved you too. It broke my heart when you moved. You'll always have a home here.
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