Writing 2

Sunday Dinner
Every Sunday after church my family comes back to my grandmother’s house for what we call "Sunday Dinner." This is the time when we all get together and just enjoy each other’s company. Each adult brings a dish or cook one when they arrive. This has been a tradition in my family for over 20 years. Every year we try and improve the things that we do, but no matter what I enjoy it.

The sight of the house be entirely pack with all of my grandmother kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids. Once everyone arrives all of the kids change clothes and head outdoors. While on the inside of the house the adults help cook and watch sports on television. Everyone has the same feeling of eager to eat dinner. When the food has finished cooking we all crowd around the table. The tables as well as the countertops are filled with food and desserts. When I say food I’m referring to: chicken, macaroni, potato salads, biscuits, collard greens, and so on.

The smell of all of these dishes causes you to want and hurry the first plate for seconds. The room has a smell of old time country meals from the down south. It reminds you so much as of why you love Sundays. I love the scent of the sauce from the macaroni that rushes up my nostrils. One thing in the world I would love to smell every day, it would be all of this food. Just think of walking into a school and have the smell of great food rush towards you. It would be a great smell to experience.

Once everyone has fixed their plates and gotten settled, its time to say a quick prayer of thanks. After that’s over, of course its time to eat. I love macaroni and cornbread, and they melt right into my mouth. I can’t forget about the homemade biscuits, they taste like butter and milk all in one. It leaves such a taste in your mouth where you just know you have to have more. No other food I have ever eaten tastes better than Sunday dinners. Such meals as the ones we share shouldn’t ever be forgotten or skipped.

The feeling of just being full afterwards is such a great touch to your body. It feels as if you’ve filled a spot in your system that’s been hungry for days. It leaves a touch of love in your heart, knowing someone cares to feed you good meals. Just touching your empty plate makes you want to go and get seconds. The touch of the food digesting inside your stomach gives you the feel of joy.

You can hear the food broiling on your insides, with the sound of satisfaction. From outdoors I can hear the younger ones talking about what was the best of all. In the kitchen I hear my mom and aunts washing dishes and scrubbing pots. On the other end of the house the men are screaming at the game on a full stomach of food. The sound of my family just being happy makes my day go well. Hearing the sound of a happy family lets you know that everything went good.

Having Sunday dinner every week gives me something to look forward to. Its such a good time to describe the things going on around you and it never feels bad. The sound of the family waiting to eat lets you know that nothing could go wrong. I enjoy all of these feelings and wouldn’t trade them off. If you were there when this all happens you would have these exact thoughts and feelings. This is a tradition that I hope to always keep in our family. As the generations continue to grow I hope we can expand the things that we do, such as games for the kids to play and more.