Sunday Dinners

 Growing up, we didn't have Sunday dinners. We had Sunday lunches. They were always around 1:00 or 1:30 p.m. because we did, after all, have to get home from church first and then start cooking.  The lunches were either at Grandmother's or our house. Sometimes we would have company over for Sunday lunch and sometimes it was only us.  Either way, it was a good time. The food was always good, or at least that's how I remember it. We ate Chicken Supreme (also called 3 hour chicken) more times than I can shake a stick at.  It's actually a pretty good recipe and I've made it a few times in my adult life.  By the way, you don't have to cook it 3 hours unless you like your chicken really dry LOL Bill, however, can't even stomach it anymore.  His wife found the recipe and wanted to make it and Bill put his foot down about that one. 

And if someone in the family had a birthday soon, then Sunday lunch often was when it was celebrated. Sometimes it was on Saturday night but sometimes it was at Sunday lunch. Then there are the special holidays that are celebrated on Sunday:  Easter, Mother's Day, Father's Day. Those were special times around the dinner table. I had a few friends over this past Sunday for our annual Easter dinner.  Well, we ate at 3:00 so it really wasn't lunch or dinner.  More like our Easter meal!  But it was so nice to have people around the table. We had good food and good conversation.  And everyone contributed to the meal, which is good on a budget!

We all know that I love to set a table and use my dishes.  That is one of the reasons that I love to host. I take such joy in my glassware, china, silver, etc. that I love to share with everyone.  I love using it.  After all, I need justification for buying it LOL But it's truly that sense of friendship and family around the table that mean the most. And it made me decide that I want to do more of these kinds of things.  I can't afford to do it every week, but I might could swing it every other week LOL Just to have people in the home and having a good time together and sharing a meal. 

I talk a lot about how I love my antiques. It's because of where they came from.  My family pieces are important because of the family, not necessarily the piece itself. It's that feeling of warmth and comfort that comes with the memories of those good times that makes me really love using these things.  I want my house to be a place of comfort for people.  I want friends to want to come and just visit and eat together. It's important to me.  And, I do love to cook as you well know, so it's a win/win situation! But what is on the table is not as important as who's around it.

That is all.