“Homemade meals — especially mommy meals — are life’s most pleasant fuel.”

The morning is chilly, 67˚. The house is cold so I’m back to wearing my sweatshirt. I went out with Henry for a bit. The day is pretty and warmer than I expected. The sun is squint your eyes bright. A breeze ruffles the leaves on the oak trees. I’m thinking a bit of deck time.

When I was a kid, I thought Sundays were wasted days. I had to dress up and go to church. That ruined the morning. The afternoons were mine as long as I stayed close to home, no bike rides. Sunday dinner was usually around 2ish. I loved Sunday dinner. We always had a roast of some sort, mashed potatoes, gravy and a couple of vegetables. Peas were often one of those vegetables. I still love baby peas in the can and even bought a couple the last time I shopped. The only drop back to having them in the pantry is I’ll have to cook. I think I have a roasting chicken in the freezer. I know I have potatoes. Sounds like Sunday dinner to me.

I find myself talking out loud to no-one. Many times it is the TV which prompts my comments. I am isolated by circumstance. My friends Bill and Peg keep in touch. They want to know how I’m doing. My sister, Moe, and I talk every Sunday. Every few days I call my other sister, Sheila. That’s it for other voices.

I have nothing planned for today. I’ll be staying home again though I really do need to get my deck flowers and herbs. Tomorrow, I suppose. I have a list of what I want, the first list I’ve written in a while. It is good to have my lists again.

The birds are singing. That makes the moment.

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6 Comments on ““Homemade meals — especially mommy meals — are life’s most pleasant fuel.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Your thoughts about Sunday’s were similar to mine about Saturday’s when I was preparing for my Bar Mitzvah. Sunday evening was the go out to dinner event. We alternated between Chinese and Italian. In those days Dallas was a food desert. The major food choices were Steak, Chicken Fried Steak, Fried Chicken or Barbecue. When I moved back to NYC the same choices were made on Sunday evening with the addition of Kosher style delicatessen. We were just creatures of habit. 🙂

    Another version of yesterday’s weather. HOT!

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I think most families back then made sure to have dinner together, on Saturday for you and Sunday for me.

      We seldom went out for dinner. When we did, our spot was Kitties Restaurant the next town over. It was mostly Italian. It was pretty cheap given the amount of food which filled your plate.

      My town was a food dessert for the longest time. It was Chinese or nothing. I was glad for Chinese. Now there are so many restaurants like Indian, Thai and even an Asian fusion.

      In the high 60’s today.

      • Bob Says:

        Regardless of the religious day, we always ate out on Sunday evening. Either my mother or my aunt after my mother passed away.

      • katry Says:

        Going out to dinner was a huge event for us when I was a kid. When I was much older, when I’d go visit my parents for the weekend, we always went out to eat usually on Saturday. Our favorite place had twin lobsters.

  2. Birgit Says:

    Nice lazy Sunday at home today. We got rain, even more than just a few drops. I gathered as much as possible so the trees will get some extra water the next days.
    No official flag day here for good and obvious reasons.
    In a nearby garden area one garden has a big national flag. No international soccer at the moment so it means that the owner is a nazi. His neighbor has a big flag which shows planet earth from space.

    • katry Says:

      I have an American flag and a Peace Corps flag waving, one off the house and the other off a tree trunk. I also have a Ghanaian flag which I sometimes hang outside.

      It was the same for me, a lazy Sunday. I did nothing all day. Right now I’m trying to decide what to have for dinner. I want nothing which demands too much of my energy. I had cereal for lunch so that’s out, maybe eggs.

      I’m glad you got some rain.


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