Posted on 01/22/2006 7:04:33 AM PST by devane617
OK, so I am getting old, but still remember my favorite time of the week -- Sunday dinner at Grandma's house. In the south we call Sunday lunch, dinner. For an unknown reason, when I awoke this morning, I was thinking about all the happy times as a kid spent at Grandma's house and how much I miss those easy Sundays. On the menu would be:
Pot Roast, Fried Chicken, or Baked Ham.
Fresh veggies from the garden:
Purple hull peas, Butter beans, Sweet potato's, Yellow Squash, Creamed corn, Bread dressing, Cornbread, and Busicuts.
For dessert:
Carrot Cake, German Chocolate cake, Chocolate pie, and Lemon meringue pie.
As kids we would be sent out in the yard to play. Never thought about watching TV, or video games the entire day.
On the way home from Grandma's my Dad would stop by a small country store that had huge Ice Cream cones. I would always have Lime Sherbert.
Antipasto, pasta, meatballs, sausages, bread, salad and much more.
I continue that tradition! ;-)
My dad always cooked a big dinner on Sundays. (My grandmother lived in FL)
Now I do. I love cooking, and weekends give me the hours I like to spend doing it.
I'm fryin' a ton on chicken today!
a pot of sauce....meat balls sausage and braccioli and pasta.
You were a lucky child! My grandmother had a massive stroke in her early 50s and was unable to cook a big meal for us. She made the best Snow Icecream though. We brought in a bowl of fresh snow and she mixed chocolate with it and we had chocolate snow ice cream. We did go to aunts and uncles houses for Christmas and that was a feast, I remember a whole table loaded with homemade pies! YUM! I miss my grandma. She would have been 100 by now. She was a saint. My only regret is that I didn't go visit her MORE OFTEN in the nursing home.
Beer and hotdogs....Grandpa was cool...
Oh stop!
You're making me hungry and it isn't even noon here yet!
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My grandmother used to make all three when we visited her one Sunday a month when I was a kid. Her fried chicken was out of this world. And she'd have about 10 different side dishes, all with a stick of better in them and three or four choices of dessert.
Oh, those were the days...
My grandmother made fruit-cocktail cake, and cottage potatoes... she was from Canada. Then, after dinner, we kids would rollerskate in her basement. :)
I think butter is better!
lol!
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My father, and uncle were both wounded in WWII and both suffered through life with tremendous problems, yet both did manual labor and raised good kids and never complained. Both made sure their families stayed close with each other, and our grand parents. Sunday's was the way they achieved our closeness. Most kids today, would be in shock if they spent one Sunday at grandma's house.
My favorites were the peach cobbler and homemade peach ice cream.
Granny made marrow dumplings for stew and Gramma made "Slippery Jim" hot cinnamon pickle spears neither of which I have had for 50 years. I can still taste them.
Oh....and did I tell you my typing sucks?
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My grand parents lived about 20 miles away. On warm days we (the kids) would ride in the back of my dad's 1940 red Ford pickup truck. The roads in south Georgia were bumpy and dusty, but never remember a bad ride.
One weekend, she went out of town, so I told her that I'd pick up some dinner, and bring it in with me. She wasn't too crazy about it, but said it was OK. After she had left town, before I went to pick up dinner after work, I called him to ask what he wanted... "Popeyes Chicken!" was what he desired.
Because he had been ill, he ate tiny portions. Well, that night, he had 3 pieces of chicken, dirty rice, cole slaw, red beans and rice, AND mashed potatos and gravy! I also picked up a few bottles of ale for the two of us. I hadn't seen him eat tham much in years, and he really enjoyed it.
We had a lot of fun that night, and my Aunt gave us both a lot of trouble about it, but after he died (not as a direct result of that meal! It was about 6 months later), she told me that he had talked about that dinner for weeks, and it really perked him up, and made him feel better.
Mark
I always assumed that it was to make sure you didn't fill up on it, and waste any "room," to make sure you get plenty of "the good stuff!"
Hey, salad's not food, it's what food eats!
Mark
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