I don't make a big Sunday dinner. I feel a little guilty about this but right now it just doesn't work for us, for me actually. Our church goes from 9:30-12:30 and when we come home we do a quick lunch and then mandatory quiet time/nap time. At this point in life that Sunday rest is more important to my sanity and spirituality than anything else. I make dinner most every other night of the week and we usually eat together, as long as traffic or work doesn't delay Eric's arrival. I know I could plan slow cooker meals for Sundays, once in a while I do. And I know that when this stage of our life is over I'll get into making a big meal for us to sit down and eat together. But I'd like to start sleeping through the night on a regular basis first.
Yesterday Eric said that maybe he should be planning and making Sunday dinner. I mentioned the shopping part and to which he replied "that would be impossible." I would be happy to hand over the dinner reigns to him any night of the week. With more practice I'm sure he could make some fabulous meals. Anyone who can read house plans should be able to construct a meal, right? As of now, Eric's cooking skills aren't very honed. A few Sundays ago he was craving his speciality, a soup that I'll call "Russian Missionary Scrounge Soup." It isn't bad, actually. Broth with lots of lemon pepper, corn, potatoes, pasta, carrots, onions. He craves it on cold days even though it is never as cold here as it was in Russia. His other speciality is onions and potatoes fried up in a pan, eaten with A1. Not exactly family friendly.
My dad had his specialities too. Hamburgers with or without buns were a favorite. I can remember standing by the bread board where he would make the patties, watching him criss-cross them with the side of a spatula and then sprinkle lots of Lawry's on them. Grilled cheese and open faced tuna melts were others I recall. What others Sommer kids?