Sunday Dinners

 

Most every Saturday evening I make two meals; one for that evening and one to serve for Sunday dinner.  This is for the simple reason that I don't want to come home from church and mess with making a full meal from scratch.  I used to make Sunday dinners in the crock pot, but I gave that up when I learned crock pots have lead in the glaze of the lining.  I used plastic crock pot liners for a time, but then there you have the plastic potentially leaching into your food.  So I changed my MO for Sunday dinner prep a few years back.

Now on Saturday evenings I just fix two meals, more or less.  At least I fix two main courses, or proteins.  As long as I have the kitchen revved up to cook, it only takes a few minutes more to prepare another main dish.  I can bake two things in the oven.  Sometimes I will prepare a meat to marinate overnight and then cook it early Sunday morning, like ribs or a roast chicken, but for the most part I just cook Sunday dinner on Saturday nights.

This weekend I made turkey meatballs (above).  I seasoned the meat, formed the meatballs, baked them, then put them in the fridge.  Sunday after church, I popped them back into the pan, covered them with spaghetti sauce and cheese and heated them in the oven.  I usually devil a few eggs on Saturday night as well, as a side. Then I steamed the cauliflower I'd cut up Saturday evening, added the side or two...sweet pickles, cottage cheese (Gary loves cottage cheese, Ellen and I usually abstain from it) and maybe some raw vegetables.Simple.  Quick.  Fairly painless.

Another thing I have recently started doing is just to use my cast iron to bake things in the oven.  I have a couple of Pyrex 8x5 pans I used to use to bake with, but it is just as easy to use the cast iron for some reason.  I am trying to downsize all my kitchen and see what all I can get double use out of so I can get rid of some stuff.

For instance, I am going to get rid of the air fryer.  I used to use it quite frequently, but I haven't used it now in close to a year, maybe more, I have lost track.  I am sad I can't make some sort of use of it, but it just stinks up the WHOLE house, so I am sure it is permeating the food, too.  I had thought the stink would wear off after a few uses, like many appliances do.  But this hasn't, and I am not willing to continue using it for that reason.  So the air fryer is going to either head out to the storage shed straight off, or get donated straight off.  I haven't decided.  But I am going to get it out of the kitchen.  It's the one Gary won as a door prize at the Preferred Pump customer appreciation barbecue here a couple of year ago.

With that I wish you all a very Happy Monday!

Comments

Donna. W said…
I use one of my cast iron skillets mostly for making cornbread. Speaking of easy meals on Sunday, I soaked pinto beans all night Saturday night and cooked the beans in a big pan that was my mother's. I get up so early, there was no problem having them done before I left for church; of course I had a hambone to use toss in the pot with the beans. That skillet was my mom's, too. Sometime or other I left in on a stove burner too long, so the bottom isn't quite level. But it's fine for cornbread. We will be eating beans and leftover cornbread today,too. I can't wait!
February 5, 2024 at 11:22 AM
Calfkeeper said…
Yum! I love beans and cornbread.
February 7, 2024 at 7:59 AM
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