Sunday rituals

Sunday mornings—like clockwork—I woke to Mom preparing Sunday dinner. Frying up meatballs, seasoning potatoes, making a sauce.

Sundays were filled with rituals—early morning trips to the bakery; being gifted a soft roll as I stood by the counter, stopping in the Italian Deli to buy cold cuts.

I loved Sundays with all its rituals—big and small—rubbing elbows with cousins, aunts, and uncles; walks after dinner; lazy conversations, Sunday night sandwiches.

On Sunday we ate big Sunday dinners—even in the heat of summer. A rotating menu included:

• Roast beef with roasted potatoes

• Meatballs and beef braciole in a hearty ragù

• Chicken cutlets with lemon

Our Sunday dinners were always all served with pasta, fresh bread, peas and onions, dessert and coffee.

My favorite Sunday ritual—by far—the Sunday night sandwich. Thin slices of ham, mortadella, salami, provolone; homemade Italian salad dressing; onions, tomato, and lettuce sandwiched between thin-sliced Scali bread.

The sandwich was the perfect nightcap to a foodie day. Enjoyed at the kitchen table in the peaceful quiet of Sunday night—with a bag of potato chips and a glass of Coke—if any was left over from the day.

Sunday night sandwiches

Sunday ended with Sunday night sandwiches. A simple, yet tasty way to end the day.

What’s your favorite sandwich? I’d love to know!

xo,

Mamina