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.
It's good, and good for you!
sw
Ah anisette... where's the espresso to go with?
You know the kind of uncle that used to give you $ 1 if you ate a pepper?
I grew up to be one of those kinds of uncles. :-)
What a great thread to jog the memory of better days! We alternated grandmas on Sundays. My grandmother in town, a widow since my mother was 12, would fry mountains of chicken for her 5 children, their spouses and 15 grandchildren, while the daughters and daughters-in-law would bring the sides and desserts of chocolate, coconut, and lemon meringue pies and the newest cake that was making the recipe rounds at the church or beauty shop. My grandmother in the country always had Grandpa do the meat, Texas barbeque, or turkey or ham, and she would fix the side dishes as well, with homemade German noodles always making an appearance. Grandpa loved to give the newest baby, who was just old enough to sit in a high chair, a barbequed beef rib to suck on, thus initiating another generation to true Texanhood. For dessert, we usually had Jello cut in little cubes and with whipped cream.
We went back to their house several years ago and were amazed at how small it was. When we were young, it didn't seem so at all as 10 adults and 13 grandchildren ate in shifts at two tables pushed together. The men always ate first, then the children and finally, the women, who wanted it that way. With everyone fed, they were at their leisure at last, to visit over dessert and sweet iced tea until they had to tackle the mountain of dirty dishes piled up at the sink. No one would ever have dreamed of spending the money for paper plates and cups at either thrifty grandmother's house!
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Check this out: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/18/dining/18rego.html
It was my dads favorite too. He once told me, pat, I can't tell the difference between you and Margie's(mom) chicken-n-dumplins. The highest praise he ever gave me. Lord I miss him. He was from the 'old school' where compliments were as scarce as hens teeth.
I put a 23 lb. turkey in the oven about an hour ago. Drippin' gravy, mashed potatoes, home-made bread, and a salad for dinner tonite. (if you're comin over, try not to be late).
My husband is from Pittsburgh and has great memories of grocery shopping with his father in the Strip, the wholesale food district along Penn Avenue. Did your family shop there as well? :)
Well I just might if I knew where to buy it. I've never seen it in our stores. I will ask about it and let you know.
We can't cook with wood unless you get one of those special grills; my son has one.
That's how I like my hot dogs best. Stuck on a stick or long fork and roasted on a wood fire, get it slightly burned, find the red ember portion of the fire if you can. Nothing else like it.
Having several of our grand children over today. Roast Beef, Rice,Green Beans, Sweet Potato pudding, Macaroni & Cheese, Field Peas (Dixie Lee), Turnip Greens, Chicken, Ham, Gravy, Pecan Pie, Angel Food Cake w/ambrosia filling and Patriotic Cheese Cake (Strawberries and Blue Berries and whipped cream. That about it.
Oh yeah - I remember well how hard it was to get up the courage to pull the warm covers back and jump from the bed. Grandma's house had no heating in the upstairs and air in the bedrooms was icy.
The wonderful smells from the kitchen, however, were stronger than our dread of that drastic shock to our system and rushing to get clothes on and racing down to grandma's toasty warm kitchen was always a noisy, giggly adventure with a fabulous reward ~ warmth, food and love! Who could ask for more?
"In the country song "Sunday Morning Coming Down," the singer mentions walking down a sidewalk and smelling someone frying chicken."
Aw! Kris Kristofferson! He's such a "Silver Tongued Devil ~ lol ~ he really does have a way with turning a phrase!
"Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
Who can't relate to a line like that?
WOW! Yum! What a menu!! If you have any left overs I'll spring for the Fed-ex charges to get them here ....
Hey SG, here is a sentiment that i know you share!!!
I'm just making mexican tonight.
But, I'll bring over a sweet potato pie for desert if the offers still good?
My sister who lives in Mt Washington, still shops there today. http://www.neighborsinthestrip.com/
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