Bring Back Sunday Suppers

I have wonderful memories of my mom staying up late on Saturday evening setting the table with our finest china and polished silver. She'd plan the menu for each Sunday supper during the week and everyone would anticipate what would be on the table after church that day. The oven was preset and we would cross our fingers in hopes it would actually turn itself off during Sunday service!

The smell of the house was indescribable as we quickly kicked off our shoes and ran for the kitchen to get a whiff of what we had in store. We enjoyed succulent roasts, freshly baked breads, garlicky potatoes and jello molds of every kind. It was an extra special day if someone had joined us from church. So, thank you mom. Thank you for working tirelessly to build those memories for us all -- I will never forget them. The Sunday Table is a tribute to my mother.