Sunday Dinners at the Cabin

One Sunday afternoon when I was little we went to church in Young.  After church was over we drove back to the cabin, looking forward to the roast and potatoes and carrots mom had put in the oven to cook while we were gone.  It was Fast Sunday, the first Sunday of the month when members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints all around the world fast for two meals, so we were really hungry.  To our dismay, when we got back to the cabin we discovered that the electricity had gone out while we were in town, and our dinner was not cooked.  Mom reminded us that it was only early afternoon, not really time for us to break our fast anyway.  She sent us out to play quietly, hoping that the electricity would come back on soon. 

It was late in the afternoon before it did, and then the roast took another couple of hours to cook.  We were starving, so Mom let us make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  The roast was finally done about 8:00, and the meat wasn’t as well cooked as usual, but it sure did taste good.!

Another Sunday up at the cabin we stayed at Church, talking too long.  Dad always had to talk to everyone.  It seemed like he knew every person we ever met, and he was interested in every story they had to tell.  This particular Sunday there were some missionaries at Church, and Linda thought one of them was really cute, so she didn’t mind waiting for Dad to finish visiting.  To tell you the truth, I didn't mind too much, either.  She and I stood in the background and listened to Mom and Dad visit, and ogled the missionaries.  Keith got bored with the whole thing and waited in the car, but Phillip and Julie and Sharon kept busy trying to catch grasshoppers in the tall grass. 

We must have stayed at least an hour longer than usual, and we were all ready for our Sunday dinner by the time we drove into the cabin.  We expected to be greeted by the enticing smell of roast beef, potatoes and carrots, simmering in mushroom and onion soup, but that smell was long gone.  Instead we were met with the smell of charred meat and potatoes, and dicovered our roast had burned black.  That was another peanut butter and jelly Sunday.