growing up, sunday nights were always a night reserved for family. we weren't allowed to plan activities in the evening or miss dinner for any reason. although dinner was big in our house every night (gathered around the table to share our days), sunday was something special. when my grandpa frank moved to town, he was over every sunday for my mom's meal. she always made something that took a little longer to prepare than the weekday dinners and never failed to leave a savory aroma in the air. the chores had been done during the day, the fun had been had with friends and sunday supper was the way to nourish and nurture the family with the new week ahead. i know now the importance of this weekly routine.
it's engrained in me to carry this tradition on. with e's naps going so smoothly, i am actually able to get things done, without a munchkin on my hip. yesterday i had the chicken baked at 10:30am (love when the house smells of delicious food cooking in the middle of the day, holiday-esq exudes feelings of family togetherness) and macaroons done at the afternoon nap. after a busy weekend, all with different activities, we all came together and shared a sunday supper. i felt nourished, well rested and ready for the busyness ahead. (side note: the beauty of a baked chicken on a sunday, is it provides two more easy meals during the week....chicken atop greens and the carcass for chicken soup).
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