As the mother of a young expanding family, building new [and continuing old] traditions has been one of my favorite pursuits. Traditions bring back the nostalgia of a younger time, remind us of old memories while creating new and allow us to reconnect with older generations long past. I guess I'm just a nostalgic sucker.
Of course, I don't sit around with a brainstormed list of potential family traditions. I think we can all agree that the best traditions organically develop out of our own past experiences and this is exactly how Sunday Supper came to be.
Food - cooking, eating, sharing - has always been a big part of my family both extended and current so obviously, as you can expect, many of our family traditions tend to revolve around food. Damn, delicious, good food, if I might add.
When Vivi was a baby and Drew and I were still getting used to the "lockdown" schedule of a baby [naps, nursing schedules, less spontaneous outings and adventures, etc.], we found ourselves missing good food, delicious cocktails, beers and wines and fun experiences which shake up the monotony of daily living.
I also daydreamed often of the type of family we would develop into in the coming years. What would our life look like? What do I want it to look like? What kinds of activities would we do? What type of family would we be? Existential questions, no doubt.
Out of these questions and my desire for some days to feel a bit different than the rest, came Sunday Supper.
I remember growing up, spending countless weekends at my Nana and Papa's house in little 'ole Ennis, Texas with my cousins and indubitably [7 Days in Hell, anyone?] enjoying the fantastic country-style cooking of my Nana.
Our biggest meal always happened on Sundays before we all headed back to our respective homes [how my dad drove three hours home after such a big meal still remains a mystery].
I remembered the warm feelings of sitting down together as a big family and diving into the comfort food of Nana's cooking. It was a celebration of the weekend, a celebration of family and it usually meant amazing leftovers to start off the next week.
And so our very own Wheeler family Sunday Supper came to be.
We certainly don't have Sunday Supper every weekend; usually just once or twice a month.
It's a lot of cooking and most of the responsibility falls on me [full disclosure: this is how I like it]. But it takes a lot of time, energy and planning to cook so much food, especially with a toddler at your hip.
But let me tell you - it's worth every ounce of work.
Our last Sunday Supper [a week ago] consisted of Grilled Pork Chops with Stone Fruit, Grilled Polenta, Slow-Cooked Mushrooms with Cream and Baked Sweet Potatoes with Cilantro Scallion Butter. It was deliciousness...
And to top it all off, the house was a million degrees inside [heat spell in Oakland + afternoon sun + no AC in the East Bay] so we enjoyed our dinner on the deck. Another Sunday Supper down, another memory made.
What special traditions do you have with your family? Share them in the comments below!
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