Sunday Dinner

A few weeks ago when I was at the grocery doing my weekly "buying" trip, a lady shopping at the meat counter asked me about some pork tenderloin that was on sale. I have no idea why she would think I knew anything about pork tenderloin, but she did. She explained that her son was coming for Sunday dinner and she wanted to do something special. Her conversation led me to believe that she was on a very limited budget, but she wanted something special for her son. She decided to purchase the tenderloin and asked me how to cook it. I explained that there were cooking instructions on the packaging. I do hope she was not disappointed, nor her son.

My favorite TV series, a cop show, always has a scene of a family dinner where the family dinner includes everyone from great-grandpa to two young grandsons. They sit and eat and talk about what’s going on in their lives and discuss right and wrongs.

I don’t know how many people have Sunday dinner anymore. We used to, but as children grow and lives get busy, it just faded away. Truth is that I always enjoyed cooking for everybody, just like the nice lady. While our menu didn’t vary a lot, it was always something special to me.

To this day, I don’t like chicken, but I do eat it. The reason is simple. Nobody can cook fried chicken like my mother did. It would take her quite awhile to get it just right in a big old cast iron skillet. And, on holidays, we had pumpkin pie. She would bake one for the table, one for her and one for me, just the way I liked it. I ate the pie - the whole pie - after the chicken.

I always got the wishbone from the chicken too.

PMO
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