Sunday, June 12, 2022

Sunday Lunch

 Sunday lunch is a thing around here.  For as long as I can remember, my grandparents had a large Sunday lunch.  Roast beef, mashed potatoes, meatballs,  real homemade mac and cheese, Gravy, English peas, and other sides.  They would never know who they would feed, but the house was always full of friends and family.

When Belle and I got hitched, we started the same kind of thing.  Sunday lunch is a big deal, but the meu changes depending on how we feel.  It might be anything, but we always cook big, because we never really know who is going to show up.  Leftover aren't a problem. Today's menu was chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, yeast rolls, lima beans and ice cream for dessert. We cooked 21 chicken fried steaks, and suitable amounts of everything else.  We fed a dozen people. Friends, family, and grandkids.

I walked over to the serving table a few minutes ago.  Nothing left. Five of the family today was teenage grandkids.  Washing dishes was easy, and I don't have to deal with leftovers.  Not today.

We never know what the menu will be until about Thursday, when Belle and I discuss what we want to cook.  Sunday lunch at PawPaw's house is a big deal, a way to connect with family at least once a week.

And, if they don't like what we're coking, Popeyes is just down the road.


Old NFO said...

That works! :-) And brings back memories of growing up around the family suppers.

BobF said...

Envious. Closest family for us is 600 miles away. Now I know how/why you do Sunday Morning Dawg. :-)