Sunday dinners are always my favorite.
The smell of a roast wafting in the air as I come home from church is one of my fondest memories growing up. It’s also the one day of the week that we would call our lunchtime meal a dinner. Strange, but makes sense since if you were still hungry that evening you were on your own to scrape together a meal. No, the late-lunchtime Sunday dinner was always the star.
And the MVP for “Meal of the Week” goes to…? Pot Roast. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. The slowly roasted hunks of beef cooked together with carrots, onions, and potatoes that makes you salivate just thinking about it.