Winter Sundays in the kitchen are about comfort food. They are about slow cooking, braising, and simmering. Sundays are about filling the house with the wonderful aroma of roasting chicken or the sweet smell of apple pie. There is nothing like walking into a warm house on a cold day to the smells and sounds of food being lovingly prepared. This past Sunday was about these very things as we visited family in Victoria and cooked and shared many meals around the table. The weekend was about nothing more than cooking, eating, catching up and celebrating the ones we love. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
In my books, Sundays are for sleeping in, late breakfasts that carry on into the early afternoon, and simple but delicious meals that take a bit more time to prepare. Meals that we just don’t have time or energy to prepare on a week night.
Sunday lunches or dinners were (and still are) an important time in our house growing up. We would always sit down as a family, share a meal and catch up on the week. For many years my grandfather joined us too and told amazing tales about the farm and all the wonderful meals he had eaten over the last 80 years. He too was a lover of great food.