In France, Sunday lunches are sacred. They are a time for family and friends to gather together, put the work week on hold, and come back to the table to the things that inspire. Monday’s Leftovers is a periodical series that recaps those moments, the lunches, and the memories that are left long after the dishes are done.
I couldn’t find a more quotidian Sunday lunch: grilled chicken and potato salad. There was absolutely nothing French about it; we fired up the grill, boiled up some potatoes, and pulled out the lawn chairs. This day could have taken place anywhere, and it replicated something I knew from back when. The smell of fresh cut grass rose up around us and I was nostalgic for meals like this shared with friends and family. We enjoyed the day’s simplicity while sipping white wine (perhaps the only “French” thing about it) and hoped the sun would peak out from behind the clouds.
Our day to relax and meander in the garden was filled with discussion about new projects and the work that lies ahead of us. Daily work was put on hold as we hammered out some details, but after a long week of hard work, we were happy with the placidity the day presented. Our “To Do List” just got a whole lot longer. The project is still coming together, but once over a critical hump, I’ll share some details. It’s one we’ve been pondering for a while, so we decided to finally face the challenge and tackle it. So, for a while, Sunday lunches will be simple, but by the time Sunday rolls around, I’m happy to sit back and just fire up the barbeque.
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