Sunday Dinner was always after church
And more often than not
Mother (and Grandmother)
served either roast beef or fried chicken
Always eaten in the dining room
Always with a tablecloth and real napkins
And the good china and silver
And I loved mother's fried chicken
And with the chicken she would serve mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans (usually her home canned ones from that summer), hot rolls (brown and serve -- Mother was not a bread baker), and my other grandmother's coleslaw.
We always had dessert for Sunday, too.
Either a pie or cake
Last Sunday, I channeled my mother
A traditional fried chicken dinner
Potatoes and gravy
Alas, no rolls nor coleslaw nor dessert.
(We're trying to be good!)
But it wasn't just Sunday dinner
It was memories on a plate.
It's Sunday and I'm joining The Tablescaper for Seasonal Sunday.