Ah. Sunday dinner.
A staple in most (Southern) homes that seems to be dying out with all the Granny’s, Meemaws, Grandmama’s, Big Mama’s, and Great Aunt Shirley’s. There’s probably some history behind Sunday dinner as like, being important because it was one of the only days people got to rest, get together, and eat their best food on the day of worship. But for me, Sunday dinner just meant everybody been finna eat, laugh, nap, and wake up and eat again. It meant helping my Granny and aunts and cousins in the kitchen. It meant waking up to good smells, watching all the good movies on tv, and having all ya kin come over and everyone actually got along.