Here’s what Sunday at my grandmother’s house looks like…
Sleep until 9 a.m. Stumble (literally) out of bed and downstairs to make coffee and maple oatmeal scones for breakfast. Thanks to my sleep-induced stupor and an incorrect recipe, scones turn out a huge failure. (Look how flat the first batch was on plate above!)
Perfectionism kicks in and I remake the scones because I am determined to show my grandmother that they’re one of the best things I’ve ever baked. Stay in my pajamas until after noon baking but second batch turns out a success! Help my grandmother get her Facebook account in order. Love it.
Decide that I need to stop ingesting scone batter, get off the computer and out of the house. Put on my running clothes with the intention to run outside. Take a step outside and wuss out on an outdoor run because it’s cold and damp and I don’t want to be cold. Go to gym and do 25 minutes on the arc trainer and 20 minutes on the treadmill and then get a pedicure from a large scary man who ends up doing a pretty great job. My toes are black. Can’t stay away from the darks lately.
Plan on staying for a manicure but so hungry I bolt after the pedicure to come home and eat lunch. Leftover soup and a piece of toast.
Say hello to my dad and Sam who are visiting from Atlanta.
Grocery trip with my dad to pick up dinner supplies. Drink a double espresso because despite nearly nine hours of sleep, I feel exhausted. One of my favorite things to do is grocery shop with my dad.
Request my dad grill steak for dinner. (I haven’t eaten red meat since Christmas day and I was craving it today. I don’t question these things…I figure my body knows what it needs and listen. It just happened to come at a perfect time since my dad is the best griller of steak ever.) Dinner is ribeye seasoned with Dizzy Pig’s Raising the Steaks, roasted parsnips and carrots seasoned with olive oil, salt and pepper, spinach salad with strawberries, pecans and dried cranberries and leftover cheesy garlic spinach rice from last night’s dinner.
Warm, crusty sourdough bread.
Dogs help with dinner clean up. They say steak night is the best night.
Announce I need a halftime break before digging into this peach ginger pie that my dad baked and brought with him. Watch TV with my grandmother and paint my own nails light blue to balance out the black toes since I skipped out on my manicure earlier.
Mistakenly let my grandmother and dad serve my pie and ice cream and end up with what I am pretty sure is a quarter of the pie. Despite my protests, I finish every bite. So weak when faced with delicious dessert.
Life is pretty good here, huh? Do I have to go home tomorrow? 😉
Wow YUM, those scones and soup are exactly what I’m in the mood to make! Do you have the recipes?
i am posting the scone recipe very soon and the soup is my grandmother’s creation. seriously, i have no clue how she even makes them. a little of this, a little of that. 😉
Haha those are the best “recipes!” Thanks!
That looks lovely! Thats so cute that your grandma is on facebook and your dad bakes pies- very different from my family!
I would have probably wussed on the freezing run too, luckily I got to run in the sun today 🙂
i know! my grandmother reads the blog every day and reads my twitter feed. love it! my dad bakes, grills…the works! he’s who i got my love from cooking from. 🙂
Your weekend at your grandmothers seems like so much fun! Delicious foods and family are perfection when paired together.
By the way, thank you so much for responding to my email about exercise and nutrition. It means so much to me to hear your advice.
Hope you have a great week 🙂
you are SO welcome! loved hearing from you. have a great week! 🙂
I am envious!! It makes me remember my time with my grandmothers, both of whom I cherished. The food looks amazing and I love it that Sullie is invited on the visit too!
i tease that my dad is always more excited to see sullie than me! 😉
i always appreciate visits with my grandmother. so happy to have been there this weekend.
Your scones, soup and steak dinner all look amazing. LIterally they look delicious. I love low key weekends with loved ones. So glad you are enjoying your time w/ your grandmother.
Looks like a great Sunday to me! 🙂
Grandmothers are such a gift – sounds like a very special weekend 🙂
Great weekend, Jen! I went home last weekend w/o the dogs and B to get a little spoiling from my grandparents and parents. All it took was my dad offering to cook shrimp and grits (my fave) and I was out the door. I always seem to be better recharged after weekends like those. Hope you have a safe drive home! It got scary here in Bham last night!
i have been craving shrimp and grits lately. that sounds so good! i agree that these types of weekends are extremely therapeutic and “recharging.” looks like it’s going to be a rainy drive home. 🙁
what a great post! i wish my day looked like that yesterday. you are so lucky to have a wonderful dad & grandmother (and dogs!) to spend time with 🙂 i would give just about anything to have each of your meals right now.
i know…i feel so loved and blessed to have such an amazing family. sad to leave and go back to charlotte!
I grew up going grocery shopping with my dad. That brings back memories!
me too! he always did all the shopping for our family and i loved going along!
wow if I were you I wouldn’t want to go home..YUM
i know…don’t make me go home! one last good lunch and then on the road. 🙁
love the whole thing. great pictures & cute dogs.
What an awesome Sunday, Jen! Can definitely relate to the doggie dishwashers =)
Jen- just saw your tweet. I am an absolute crying mess every time I leave my family, and they only leave two hours away! I always tell myself I’d rather shed a few tears and have a family I love so dearly than not. xoxo
Ps: I’m making that cheesy rice!
Two golden retrievers definitely = Sunday perfection! So much cuteness!
My grandma is also SOO computer savvy and it makes me really proud. All the other grandmas come over and she shows them the ropes. That day looks like perfection. I also get red-meat cravings and I do what my body tells me. Apparently it knows what it needs.
If there’s anywhere you want to be on a Sunday, it’s at grandparent’s houses.