Kimi over at www.thenourishingourmet.com shares her special meal of the week. If you check out her site, you will find what I did: this lady rocks!
I remember when I was a kid, mom always made a special Sunday dinner after church. My parents learned the tradition from their parents. Grandma always made a Sunday dinner. It wasn’t too unusual she had two or three meats: fresh butchered chicken, beef and ham. Along with this was the mashed potatoes and gravy, garden vegetables, green beans cooked with bacon, all with plenty of butter. Her specialty was the home-made dinner rolls, usually with cigarette ash or two worked into the dough, dropping into it while kneading it. Boy, were they healthy–without ever going to a doctor until their 80s. The 7-Up was never served until evening, right before Lawrence Welk came on the warmed-up black-and-white television set. (They sure thought the American culture had degraded since they were kids– when after-dinner entertainment was when everyone played the piano, made right in 50 towns in Ohio) But our Sunday was set aside for family, worship, rest and a feast–something that connected us all together–amidst the pressures of ordinary life.
We recently celebrated a Sabbath dinner with a very special family. They take 24-hours and shut the electric off and feast on delights, made on the day before. No work, just rest and play for the entire time. The entire family (a very large one) look forward to it and benefit from it. It is their time.
Today, too many families are in the habit of sleeping in late, eating a bowl of Sugar Smacks and rushing the kids off to the soccer games or a NASCAR race; only to be followed by TV and a drive-through of Kentucky Fried Pidgeon® or Taco Hell®.
Just listen to Kimi’s opener:
You see, Sunday was their family day and their rest day and they wanted to make it special. They would spend a significant amount of their food money on that one day. I am sure that having Sunday to look forward to helped get them through their scanty weeks. There is something so heartwarming and inspiring to me about these hard working, careworn women still putting time and effort into making a feast day for their family. It just goes to show that even in the worst of circumstances, you can bring a little enjoyment and light into your family with your cooking.
If you are feeling stoned and getting especially worn down (or if you are not), bite down on some spiritual food and get smacked with a lightning bolt with We are precious and living stones.
What are your special memories and traditions?