Sunday Dinners
When I was a child, Sunday was always a special day and dinner on Sunday was always special. Mom was always happily busy early Sunday morning, doing the preparations for dinner. She would have the meat on to cook early in the morning or have it roasting in the oven while we went to church.
When I was a young wife and mother, I tried to do this for my family. It makes for more work in the morning before leaving the house for church, but it was so worth it when we were returning home something after 12 noon. Dinner, a really good dinner, could be on the table in half an hour or less.
It's what I often miss now. I don't do this for myself very often. When I'm sharing the noon meal with my friend, I really enjoy Sunday dinner, but she has a life of her own, and a son who lives about an hour away and she frequently spends time with him, --understandably. So, I don't always have Sunday meals with her.
I thought about these things this morning as I was up early and getting the Swiss steak on to cook for our Sunday dinner, since I have company this weekend. How much I enjoy being able to cook a nice dinner when I have family home.
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I, too, remember how special Sunday dinners where when I was growing up. We always shared it with other members of our family. Sometimes dinner was at a grandparents house, or my aunt's house. I miss having those dinners too.