My favorite meal when I was younger was always at our great-grandma's. My sister and I loved it when my mom packed us in the car and drove to Great-Grandma's house in Littleton, CO. There, we met up with our cousins, aunts and uncles. We kids ran around playing tag, "Mother May I" and hide-n-go-seek until the adults called us in for dinner. One of my favorite meals of all time was when Great Grandma would slow cook a chuck pot roast until it was juicy and tender. Topped off with her homemade gravy, the duo melted in our mouths like butter. For sides, Great-Grandma always boiled and mashed potatoes. Of course, those were adorned with the same mouthwatering gravy.
While she prepared the potatoes, she would set some aside and they would later be used to make her homemade potato bread. Fresh out of the oven and smothered with the hand churned butter she would buy from the local farm, that bread was my favorite part of the meal. The butter melted and filled each and every crevice with delicious liquid gold.
There were times when dessert would follow this simple, yet luxurious meal, but other times we would nibble on sweet pink, white, green and yellow after-dinner mints.
These times and this meal particularly still stand out in my mind today. Not only the delectable food, but the family that surrounded us all truly made the get-togethers and the meals memorable. Everyone should be as lucky. I am very grateful.