Sunday has always been a different kind of day for me. When I was growing up it was a breakfast of boiled eggs and Thomas’ English muffins, church, Sunday dinner with roast beef, lamb or chicken, and then my older sister and I had to do the dishes together!!!. The rest of the day was mine, free with built in solitude. We all had to stay home, no friends over. (When I was in high school I went to youth group at church.) The best part of it all was that we were in charge of our own supper--whatever was available, and whenever we wanted it. My menu never changed: Wheaties, sliced banana, brown sugar (lots), and milk, and an English muffin with butter in every nook and cranny.
Although over the years much of the routine has changed, but get-your-own-supper never has. I still love banana and brown sugar, although I’ve switched to Cheerios. This Sunday afternoon of easing off of obligations, be they cooking or suppertime conversations, satisfies my longing for silence, solitude and simplicity.
Although over the years much of the routine has changed, but get-your-own-supper never has. I still love banana and brown sugar, although I’ve switched to Cheerios. This Sunday afternoon of easing off of obligations, be they cooking or suppertime conversations, satisfies my longing for silence, solitude and simplicity.