When I was a kid, we had fried chicken on Sundays. It was just what everyone did. We got up early, went to church, and then we all headed to Grandma’s house for Sunday dinner. All the adult women brought food with them or spent time in the kitchen preparing a big meal for the whole family. While dinner was cooking, us kids would play outside or, if it was raining, we would run around in the basement.

Sunday dinner was usually the best fried chicken you would ever taste, along with home made mashed potatoes and a variety of fresh vegetables and salads. I loved dessert, too. It was often a big slice of pie, but sometimes we would have thenmost wonderful cakes made from scratch.

Ahh. Those were the days of great food and family time.