My mom would sometimes have proper Sunday dinners for us growing up. You know, eating in the dining room, cloth napkins, a full real meal.
I’ve followed her tradition.
We began with a lovely appetizer including chilled creamy squash soup
And frites of pomme sucre
(That is probably not how you say sweet potato in French. We’re just going with it)
Later we had a bread course
And for our main course we had miniature chicken fillets, experetly seasoned and breaded with a lovely whole grain crust
(Which also happened to be shaped like Mickey)
Plus a fine tomato compote to accompany the chicken
To set off the food we had lovely live entertainment, which enhanced the atmosphere
All in all a fine Sunday Supper. My mother would be proud.
Did your family do Sunday dinners when you were little?