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.

We ate big Sunday dinners—even in the heat of summer. Roast beef and potatoes; meatballs and braciole; chicken cutlets—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.

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