Funny how many of my Sunday memories also focus around food. We would go to church after a light breakfast and not get home until lunch would be a late lunch. Mom would do a roast chicken or beef or something else fancier than our normal weekday dinner, and it would take time.

I never remember feeling hungrier than those days in my young teen years when Sunday lunch seemed to take forever to come out of the oven. I ate like a starving person, my mother's eyes going wide as she watched me shovel it in. I was her first born and first boy, I don't think she had any idea how voracious teenagers can become and how much they can eat.

I pat myself on the back for preparing her for my younger brother, who when he joined the junior high football team, put even my eating to shame. Lol!