Every day is special. Every day is a gift to be savored. Count your blessings. Really, truly count your blessings.Continue reading “Make Every Day a New Day”
Just as the Advent Season in marked by the color Purple, so too is the Lenten Season. While purple is considered to be a symbolic color of wealth and royalty, it is also a symbol of penance, humility and a deep sorrow for Christ’s suffering on the cross.Continue reading “First Sunday in Lent Roast Chicken Supper”
May has Mother’s Day. June gives us Father’s Day. In July we celebrate Parents Day. And the Sunday after Labor Day is Grandparents Day. Celebrated in the United States since 1978, the US Senate and then President Jimmy Carter nationally recognize Marian McQuade of Oak Hill, West Virginia as the founder of National Grandparents Day.Continue reading “Celebrating Grandparents Day”
Today is the 4th Sunday in this year’s Lenten Season. During Lent, Sundays are exempt from all the rules of sacrifice, penance and abstinence associated with Lent. For that reason, in our house we try to make the Sundays during Lent extra special.Continue reading “Let’s Talk Casual for the 4th Sunday in Lent”
If this yummy Roast Chicken Supper seems familiar, you aren’t wrong. I shared it way, way back in October 2018. It was part of a nostalgic stroll through childhood memories and Sunday Suppers.Continue reading “Second Sunday in Lent and Roast Chicken Supper”
Recently I had a chat with my Dad about chickens. I know, seems like a strange subject. We raised chickens when I was a kid, for their eggs. As far as I know, we never actually ate the chickens we raised, but I suppose that’s possible.Continue reading “Sunday Game Hen Supper”
What were Sundays like when you were growing up? For me, Sundays were family time. It was crazy in the house, getting everyone into their Sunday Best before heading out to church. Back then, the Mass was in Latin. The only English I can remember was “Though the Mass has ended, go in peace”. Yeah, I was ready to go.Continue reading “Make Sundays Finger-Licking Good”
So very sorry I’ve been away. My computer (my life!!!) decided to stop functioning. I took it to a repair shop, they ran all sorts of tests, tried CPR and finally had no choice but to pronounce my baby dead. Thank goodness the hard drive was fine. Have ordered a new lap top, but it’s on back order (like everything else) and so I’ve been without a way to connect to the rest of the world. I’m using a friend’s system, so it will be a hit and miss since I won’t always have access, but I’m here for now. I’ve so missed everyone!
While I can’t speak for everyone, but Sundays seem a bit off now that we can’t congregate for Sunday Services. Now would be a good time for people of faith to pull out their books and spend a little time as a family sharing the word. For me, that’s Catholic. Whatever your faith or beliefs, now would be a good time to pass those along to the next generation.
Talk about the perfect slow-cooker dish for a Sunday! Unlike some slow-cooker recipes, this one requires a little prep work in the morning. By searing the skin of the chicken, it brings depth of flavor to the finished dish. You can sear the chicken before heading off to the market or church or whatever else you do on Sunday. And unlike most slow-cooker dishes, this one takes about five hours, making it perfect for the weekend rather than a long day at work.
Growing up, my Dad did a lot of the cooking when it came to Sunday Suppers. He was the one in charge of the Turkey for Thanksgiving or basting the chicken for our Sunday Feast. He made the mashed potatoes, and that man can make gravy from nothing. Mom was more in charge of the “mood” – setting the table just so, putting the little touches in place. When you walked into the room, it felt warm and inviting. I’m glad that they each did their roles so well because I can do both.
When I was growing up, Sunday Suppers were a big deal. I think part of what made Sundays so special was all the extended family. There were cousins and close family friends. If you were upset with a sibling, there were always plenty of other people to be with. On any given Sunday, there could be as many as 15 to 20 children, and 8 to 10 adults. That’s a lot of people.
Do you ever wonder if you were someone else in a prior life? I don’t mean someone famous like Napoleon or Cleopatra. I mean just an ordinary person living in a different time and place.
Once upon a time, families would drop off their Sunday Roasts at the local bakery on their way to Church. The baker would pop the roasts from his neighbors into his massive ovens, and there they would cook. After church, people picked up their roasts and headed home for a family meal.
Just for the record, today is National Sunday Supper Day. No offense, but that’s just plain sad if you ask me. What does it say about us if we need a National Day to sit down together for a nice Sunday Supper? Times certainly have changed!