Sweet Sunday

Fire’s on. TV’s on. Feet are up on the coffee table. The poor girl in ‘Don’t tell the Bride’ is going to hate what he’s preparing for her.

And even if I am loving this moment there are still two things missing.

The family. Hubby’s marathoning. Big daughter is in her tiny flat, in her university city, studying, I think. And her wee blister is at her boyfriend’s parents’ home for lunch, undoubtedly showing them how lovely and well brought up she is.

So there’s only me and the cats at home. Weird.

Even weirder was my singleton’s Sunday lunch. This is usually a big affair à la française, with a starter, then painstakingly prepared main course, wide variety of cheeses, and an amazingly special dessert. The girls rush from wherever they may have been partying the night before to be here on time. We use the fancy tablecloth with the fancy matching napkins. We sit for ages around the table, chatting and eating and drinking wine. Our Sunday lunch is sacré.

Not today, my friends. Pizza and sweets. That was it. Oh, I nearly forgot the hummus spooned directly from the tub into my mouth as I stood waiting for the oven to heat up.

I’m still scoffing the sweets as I type. Silly, childish, jellified things, hand-picked by the torn-face boulangère at the end of the street who I imagine assumed they were for my children. Or did she think grandchildren? Bitch.

But you know what? I quite enjoyed it. I wouldn’t want it every week. I’m feeling a bit stuffed with saturated fat and highly refined sugar. And I missed the chat from the bunch. But frankly, getting the Sunday lunch shift off now and again is quite a sweet treat.

Yummy, yummy in my tummy. Aren’t these the cutest little things? That penguin was delicious.

About Juliet

I've just turned fifty, OMG ! I didn't realise I would have so much to say about this time of my life. The pure pleasure of writing has hit me hard and this blog is sheer self-indulgence. Enjoy!
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7 Responses to Sweet Sunday

  1. franklparker says:

    Ahem; should you not be working on that novel?
    I’m sitting here in my kitchen with the smell of my Sunday dinner cooking. Half a dozen lamb chops in a casserole with lots of garlic, ginger, rosemary and assorted oriental spices. Two for today, two for tomorrow and two to put in the freezer for another occasion. Your usual Sunday lunch sounds wonderful.

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  2. Juliet Nubel says:

    😀 Frank, it’s Sunday. Day of rest and all that… Your lunch sounds yummy too!


  3. M says:

    Always love reading your thoughts. 😀

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  4. suzkorb says:

    That penguin DOES look delish.

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  5. Thanks for the lunch idea, Juliet. But where’s the leftover candy corn? 😀

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  6. marlamulloy says:

    We do a similar thing and it, too, is sacred. Family Dinner every Sunday night at our house in Redwood Meadows, near Calgary, Alberta, Canada. The kids – always “the kids” in my heart, though all are twenty something – come from wherever they are and take all the leftovers home with them. A chaotic time of conversation, food and wine, except for my two Afghan boys who do not drink alcohol. I loved your description of Sunday lunch. How lucky we are!


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