I am writing this post on Saturday afternoon and we’re about to leave to go to a cocktail party at the home of my former sister-in-law. Former, as in, she was married to my first husband’s brother. I haven’t seen her in about 20 years but we’ve been in touch on the facebooks and she invited us to this party to celebrate their home renovation and, we’re going. I’m excited and maybe a little nervous. Mostly, though, I’m really looking forward to seeing her again as we were pretty good buddies when we were in the family together. As I recall, they referred to us as “the outlaws” instead of the inlaws. That should give you a pretty idea about why we bonded back in the day.
None of that has anything to do with Sunday supper except for the fact that I’m using it to fill up blog space since I don’t know what we’ll be having for Sunday supper this week. There’s no football game to plan around (it’s a bye week for the Pats) and a free Sunday means we may go do something fun. Perhaps a museum, perhaps a drive somewhere pretty. Or we may just hang out at home and watch Homeland snuggled up on the couch. Either way I doubt there’s a roast chicken in my future despite what that picture may lead you to believe. If I were making a roast chicken, though, I would make it just like that one – in a cast iron fry pan with onions and lemons shoved up the chicken’s unmentionables along with fresh rosemary surrounding it for flavor and aroma. My mouth is watering just thinking about it because nothing screams Sunday supper like the smell of a roasting chicken.
What are you having for supper tonight?