Every Sunday when I was a kid was pot roast Sunday. My mother would start the pot roast in the big pan on the stove.. She’d peel the potatoes, carrots and onions. She would add them as the meat started to cook. I can remember smelling that wonderful smell most of the morning and early afternoon we would have our dinner. She would take everything out of the pot and put it in its individual dishes. Then came the art of making the gravy with the juices from the meat, onion, carrot, and potato. It always was so good, thick and creamy. I made sure I always had a little meat and potato with my gravy. I think this was my favorite meal growing up. I always hoped there would be left overs for hot beef sandwiches.. Which of course would include a smothering of gravy!
This was one day I didn’t mind setting the table or doing the dishes.. I looked forward to that meal so much.
During these days and times I often wonder if families have certain meals each day of the week. Do you follow a menu each week that consists of the same meal on a given night?
Do you have meatloaf Friday or leftover Saturday? Or, are you more of a fly by the seat of your pants type preparing what ever sounds good at the time? That is me these days.. But I sure do miss those pot roast Sundays.
