21 hours ago, Kim Shook said:...
You know, I fantasize about hosting Sunday afternoon family suppers like my grandmother used to make. And it never seems to happen. Instead, we go out to brunch after church and then come home and fall into a stupor. We don’t come out of that until it’s too late to do anything about dinner other than a quick sandwich or something like that. Sigh.
Your family supper fantasy in the final paragraph minds me of the dystopian family supper ditty "Y'all Come" by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings from their CD All The Good Times:
"They will all come to see you and will never ever leave you...Kinfolk are comin', they're comin' by the dozen, they're bringing everything from soup to kale..."
