Sunday, October 08, 2006
Nothing smells like Sunday more than roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, peas, and rolls. Every Sunday without fail, my mom would make this meal. Sometimes we added a salad, but otherwise the menu never varied. It was delicious. It was one of the things I missed most about home when I went away to college and on my mission. In the past year, I have instated "Sunday Dinner" at my house. It's comfort food of the most comfortable kind. My family loves it. The Flower raves about my cooking. Mini-me clears her plate. Curly goes back for seconds. Honestly, nothing makes you feel better than your husband going back for seconds. So here's a toast to Sunday Dinner: may your roast be beefy and your potatoes mashed. Bon apetit.