“Rise and Shine,” Dad sang out on the weekends. He did quite a bit of cooking on the weekends. He’d make breakfast or Sunday dinner after church. I think my siblings would agree Sunday dinner was special. Mama was a good cook and made nearly all our meals, but when Dad cooked, it was special. Mama complained about how Daddy used the kitchen. He’d use nearly all the pots, pans, silverware and bowls and clean up was like a week worth of dirty dishes piled into one meal.
I remember this to be true. I can remember how my older sister and I would stand on chairs in the kitchen each taking turns to rinse and dry after such a meal. It felt like the entire afternoon melted far away beyond us in the midst of soapy water, hot rinse water, and damp drying towels as we cleaned up dishes to a shine. Sunday dinner with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, baked macaroni and cheese, green beans, broccoli, and hot homemade rolls made shining those dishes afterward worth every extra ounce of effort! Most families no longer eat this type of meal today, but we enjoyed every single morsel.
Every now and again, as I open a cupboard door to the sight of sparkling clean dishes, the memory of Sunday dinner floods my thoughts. It’s hard to believe nearly forty years have passed since those days.
“Rise and Shine”, what a nice way to start the day.