All of our holiday get togethers have always been potluck. But I don't ever remember anyone getting together to make a large meal. My dad usually cooked in our house since he was home before my mother. No one ever taught me how to cook until I took a cooking class in high school. Ever since then I can't stop cooking and baking.
ricksrealpitbbq wrote:Wow Mama you brought back a lot of memories in that post. I remember the day I graduated to the big table and all the younger cousins still sat at the kids table. LOL ."QUOTE]
We had the kid's table and the "big" table growing up at our house, too! We lived in a huge old COLD uninsulated farm-house surrounded by flat, open windy fields... the house had all kinds of built-in cupboards, cabinets and shelves and such. In the kitchen was this strange sort of arch-way cubby-hole with a sort of "window-sill" that was just wide enough to sit a plate on, that looked like it was once used to house a telephone. When we had company and our table was cramped, we had a tall stool that Mom would pull-up to that cubby-hole that would allow one of us kids to sit and eat there. As one might imagine- that was a coveted spot- often fought for and wrestled over!
We had the kid's table and the "big" table growing up at our house, too! We lived in a huge old COLD uninsulated farm-house surrounded by flat, open windy fields... the house had all kinds of built-in cupboards, cabinets and shelves and such. In the kitchen was this strange sort of arch-way cubby-hole with a sort of "window-sill" that was just wide enough to sit a plate on, that looked like it was once used to house a telephone. When we had company and our table was cramped, we had a tall stool that Mom would pull-up to that cubby-hole that would allow one of us kids to sit and eat there. As one might imagine- that was a coveted spot- often fought for and wrestled over!