It’s Labor Day, Monday. But it feels like Sunday and I had the urge to prepare a big Sunday dinner. I grew up with Sunday dinners and it’s a tradition that feels spiritual, comforting and the right way to start the week. Tonight we ate a dinner of chicken parm, a tomato and eggplant sauce over whole wheat linguini. The adults had some Rioja. (A little different than the roast beef, potatoes and gravy Sunday dinners I had growing up). I prepared the dinner with love and knowing I was taking care of my family the way my mom did and my grandmother did- and my mother in law, for that matter. Before we ate, we joined hands and thanked God for a great summer and wished for blessings for a good school year.
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June Carol Clair · Part professional, part stay-at-home, always stylish and always, a Mom
We have family dinner on Sundays, religiously, and it’s a ritual that we all love. The menu is never as delicious as the one you describe, but I think it’s an important sure thing, in a world of flux, for my kids. And for me. xox