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.
I've replaced the cast iron skillet with another and it is seasoned pretty good. I also reseason several time a year, lat time I used coconut oil but usually use lard.
I never use them for anything with tomato and just hot water and wipe clean.
My parents were both excellent cooks. Mom's menus varied but always included rice and gravy. Her chicken fricasse was my favorite. Dad had a Cajun background and could really do wonders with seafood - crayfish ettoufe, shrimp creole, gumbo, etc. But my real favorite was Sunday night supper when we would have "breakfast". Pancakes and/or eggs at night is still a treat.
We used to do that in our basement also. I hadn't thought about that in years until I read your comment. Thanks for the memories!
Carolyn
Thanks for the latkes receipe. I just printed it out and will add it to the pocket of my "Lost Receipes" Cookbook.
"Lost Receipes" is a collection of old style receipes which are in danger of being lost to the "microvave lasagna" lifestyle.
Thanks so much for the tip. I'm in east Tennessee, and we don't have a Kroger nearby, the closest may be in Knoxville.
We do have a Super WalMart in Lafollette, so I'm headin to the meat dept. next time I'm there to look for that brisket.
I have a great recipe from my beloved Texas friend if you want me to share it. The meat is delicious, but her sauce she made to accompany it is out of this world.
A slab of back ribs is very expensive, so I only buy them for special occasions. It's best to get them from those butcher shops as sometimes the ones in the supermarket aren't as good, and you can't always get them. I like the country ribs, too, but they have too much fat on them. Barbequed pork chops I like, too. I don't care so much for beef ribs, but I love sliced barbequed beef.
I will check if they have them and those websites, maybe even try your sauce because it sounds easy, sounds like a little too much honey though; I don't care for them so sweet any more. They might have them at the store; it's pretty big and I don't like going so I don't check everything out. Also we have a new one out of St. Louis and I can check there. I would really like to try this. Thanks for the suggestion.
We don't have a Kroger store any more. I looked and I didn't know they own all our Kwik Shops. I don't shop at Wal-Mart any more, don't want to get into that today, it's more personal than politics.
I'll call around, and I think our local store might order me some. I am running out of my special sugar crystals I use for baking, and they will get me some of those when I need more. I got them from the bakery of a store that went out of business. They were good and would special order me things.
Artist/Band: Kristofferson Kris
Lyrics for Song: Sunday Morning Coming Down
Lyrics for Album: All Time Greatest Hits
Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
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.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do.
Thanks for the reply (-:
Billhilly,
Bet you had pretty much the same food at your Grandma's, only you had white beans instead of pintos. East Tennessee -- pinto beans; West Tennessee (and Kentucky) white beans.
I love that song, lot's of feeling in it.
Billhilly,
Bet you had pretty much the same food at your Grandma's, only you had white beans instead of pintos. East Tennessee -- pinto beans; West Tennessee (and Kentucky) white beans.
I love that song, lot's of feeling in it.
Soup beans is what we called the great northern beans. White.
Johnny Cash sang that song too, but by then it was all Kristofferson's. Did you remember that he, kristofferson, was a Rhodes Scholar?
It sounded like a lot of you are from the south from the food they were talking about. I'm from the midwest. We don't eat some of the stuff southerners do; it's a regional thing, not that it isn't good. I have a Craig Clairborne cookbook and cannot find it. I hope it isn't gone for good.
My mother's side of the family met at my grandparent's house for Sunday dinner for many years. Pot roast, mashed potatoes with lots of gravy, peas, rolls, and apple pie was the standard menu.
Didn't know that about Kris Kristofferson. I did like his music, though.
Yea, we from the eastern part of the state call them "soup" beans too, only they are the brown ones :)
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