I just found out you're supposed to cook ROAST on Sunday...
I cook Sunday dinner every week. It's an open invitation for the fam. The girls both have in-laws in town so sometimes they're here, sometimes not. Matt and Ashley almost always come. So Jenn mentioned during the week they'd be here for dinner on Sunday. I didn't have the menu planned yet so I said, "Do you have any requests?" She said, "Yes. Roast." No problem, I can do that. Then she says, "Can you cook it in a crock pot?" "No, not happening."
So, for Jordan, who thought he was getting gypt out of Sunday dinner if they came over and I was making tacos, we had roast this week. I even busted out the homemade rolls.
I'm telling Ashley all this while we get things ready for the table and she asks me, "Do you even own a crock pot?" "Yes. How else do you keep marinara or alfredo sauce warm for a ward dinner?" She laughed. But then she told me her mom always fixes roast on Sundays.
Ummm, when I was baptised, they failed to mention that Sunday roast obligation. Man, I'm always getting things messed up.
I've thought about it a little bit. If I only fix roast on Sundays, then Drew, Charlie, Hallie, and Doe Grandchildren IV-XX will think I only know how to cook roast. Sometimes I think steak and baked potatoes is good, or tacos, or meatloaf, or chicken cordon blue. Sometimes I'm just exausted from the week and it's speghetti. The intention is to provide family time and a meal that the girls dodn't have to cook or clean up.
So this week, roast it was. An official Mormon Sunday Meal. (wait, I didn't make jello...maybe not so official) Next week - no promises.
I love our family!