The aroma of that cut of beef slow roasting in it's on juices with mushrooms and onions and bell peppers; cornbread that tasted more like cake then actual bread to eat with the best pot of turnip or collard or mustard greens ever and some hot, bubbly oven baked macaroni and cheese! Chile. Please.
*takes a moment to wave holy hands*
More important than the food was how we all came together. My younger cousins would stop by, whatever old friend of my aunts or uncles or mom would pay the family a visit...it was the people gathering of it all that I loved so much. Food was just the catalyst!
Even with our busy schedules I still LOVE cooking Sunday dinner a couple of times a month. Sunday dinner holds really wonderful memories for me and I hope to pass on those traditions and appreciations to my daughters as well.
This week's Sunday dinner consisted of buttermilk brined fried chicken, homemade skin on mashed potatoes with sage butter gravy and a fresh vegetable stir fry of snow peas and zucchini with dill.