“I’m completely obsessed with Sunday roast dinners. I think that it’s the best thing to ever happen to life!”
The weather is just about the same every day, but I’m not complaining. We do have a bit of a breeze today. The oak leaves are turning brown and will soon cover the deck and hide the acorns. The spawns haven’t been at the bird feeders. They are content with the acorns, so many acorns.
Today is a house day. I need to put in the other storm door, vacuum the tumbleweeds, aka clumps of Henry fur, water plants and change the bed. I’m thinking I’ll need a nap. Just the list makes me tired.
When I was a kid, Sunday was definitely a day of rest. After church and dinner, we sometimes went to East Boston but more often we stayed home. We’d watch a movie except during football season when my father watched a game. He was a Giants fan back then. When I was young, I’d often color at the kitchen table. A cigar box held all the crayons. They were of different lengths, and the wrap was usually gone so we didn’t know the nuances of the colors. We had coloring books, some nearly filled but all with empty pages. I used blunt colors when I was younger, but as I got older, I shaded the colors. Sometimes my mother would color with me. I always thought she was an artist with crayons.
On Sundays, a roast of some sort was always baking, and its aroma filled the house. Roast beef was my favorite, but stuffed chicken was a close second. We had mashed potatoes every Sunday. Even now, when I cook a roast of some sort, I think I need mashed potatoes to make the meal complete. Gravy and baby peas, at least for me, were the rest of the dinner. On Sunday nights we had hot, open-faced sandwiches with slices of the roast on bread covered with gravy. The bread was white and soft, probably Wonder Bread.
My groceries were delivered yesterday. I treated myself to a big container of animal crackers and a package of Oreos. I still check which animal I am about to devour. I mostly eat the Oreos whole. I even sometimes dunk them into my coffee. Oreos taste great no matter how they are eaten.
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October 6, 2024 at 8:49 pm
Hi Kat,
Today was mostly clear with a few clouds. The high temperature topped out at 91°.
Sunday nights in both my mother’s and later in my aunt’s house, Sundays was go out for dinner night.
Dallas in the 1950s was a vast gourmet wasteland. Most restaurants served country cooking which highlighted dishes such as chicken fried steak, covered in white cream gravy, mashed potatoes, and sides. Of course, the restaurants served fried chicken. Also, there were barbecue joints. Texas barbecue is beef brisket, beef sausage, and pork ribs. All was served with sides.
There were very few Chinese restaurants and a few Italian places. Of course, there were a large number of Mexican food restaurants. Mexican dishes included a variety of Enchiladas, tamales, and guacamole served with refried pinto beans, and with yellow rice. Once my father had a native Texan friend whom we took to a Chinese restaurant for his first Chinese meal. He asked the American waitress for white bread to go along with his Chinese main course dish. 🙂
Later, living in Queens New York, we would had a cornucopia of choices of types of restaurants. We either ate Chinese, without white bread, or delicatessen. Usually Kosher style delis.
October 6, 2024 at 11:20 pm
Hi Bob,
Tonight is chilly, down to 46°, the coldest it has been so far this fall. I turned the heat on just to warm the house for a little bit then I’ll turn it off. My sister had this weather a couple of days ago. She laughed and said in winter we’ll be talking about how warm it is at 48°.
We seldom went out to dinner. It was too expensive for all 6 of us to go out. When I was an adult, when I visited, we often went out. I remember double lobster night at a favorite restaurant.
Barbecue restaurants were nonexistent here when I was a kid. There were mostly Chinese and Italian restaurants as well as steak houses; of course, seafood restaurants were common. The Chinese restaurant in my town was excellent. Now that town even has a couple of Indian restaurants. I love Mexican food, but there are only a couple close to me. We now have barbecue restaurants and a variety of other cuisines.
I do love Chinese food!