I’m declaring a tie between cwinwc and wfma for the sell the pot house real estate listing. I will now, yes right this very moment, flip a coin to determine the outright winner. Heads is cwinwc and tails is wfma. I will be using a Mexican 20 peso coin for the flip. And now the flip . . .the coin is the air . . . the coin has landed . . . it is . . .TAILS. Thus, wfma is the winner.
Had lunch yesterday with a family from church. Authentic, down home, old-fashioned Sunday lunch, or is it Sunday Dinner? Roast, potatoes, carrots, onions, salad, home-made bisquits, and the biggest home-made strawberr shortcake roll thing I’ve ever seen. Anybody else remember your parents having to rush home after church to save the roast?
Following the meal we stepped out onto the back porch and made our way down to the dock. Yes, they live on a lake - in town - on a lake. Reminded me of Florida. We spent a couple of hours tying knots, pinching worms in half with our fingers, and catching bluegills.
They talked about a family of ducks who had some ducklings. They said the ducklings were headed across the lake with their parents when one of them got picked off by a catfish. The pleasant story ended with "now all the ducklings are gone." I say that because Reese caught one of those duckling eating catfish. The kids were quite impressed and amazed at the size of the mouth on that catfish. You could see how easily the whiskered fish could have some duckling for lunch.
Good eats, good fishing and good folks. We’ve found some new friends!
5 Responses to “Sunday Lunch or Sunday Dinner?”
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September 25th, 2006 at 9:30 am
Sounds EXACTLY like our Sunday afternoon, only we didn’t go to anyone’s house, and we didn’t fish. But we did have the roast for Sunday dinner. About that … in the south the mid-day meal on a given Sunday can be called lunch or dinner. Any other day of the week, that meal would be lunch and the evening meal would be dinner. Don’t know why … just the way it is.
September 25th, 2006 at 10:57 am
The fishing sounds fun. Would have loved to see Reese pull that catfish out of the water.
Were those bluegill or brim?
September 25th, 2006 at 12:35 pm
I remember my mother on certain Sundays when we had “class before church.” She would look at her watch many many times. That Sunday roast was a big deal.
One Sunday she forgot to put the roast in the oven. My brother had stayed home and she called him, woke him up, and told him to put the roast in. In a state of bleary-eyed sleepiness, he put the cake plate in instead. We arrived home to raw roast and burnt leftover cake.
Mom-was-not-pleased.
September 25th, 2006 at 8:10 pm
Sounds like a wonderful Sunday afernoon. I too remember the Sunday roast. Still happens in my home.
September 26th, 2006 at 9:58 am
I will gladly yield my part of the Swiss chocalate to my lovely opponent.