When I was growing up, it was tradition to have a large family dinner on Sunday. Mom would make roast beef or fried chicken or some other too-fancy-for-a-weeknight meal, and the four of us would gather around the table to enjoy it. The family time was great, and the food (homestyle Southern cooking) was amazing, but it meant a lot of time in the kitchen for Mom.
I’m grateful that my husband has his own ideas about traditional Sunday dinner. All he wants is pizza. Pizza on the sofa in front of the football game. My biggest worry is making sure there are gluten-free pizza crusts stockpiled in the freezer. Prep, cook, and clean-up times are minimal, so I have the entire day to relax with the hubby–for which I am truly grateful.