As a kid, my fondest moments are Sunday dinners at my grandmother and auntie house. They lived in Uptown New Orleans, in a double, side by side. for 21 years of my life. The preparation for Sunday would usually start on Saturday because we would go shopping, and then most of the time everyone would participate in chopping, cutting, marinating, whatever was needed to prep for Sunday dinner. Then on Sunday we would go to their home after church to eat. Usually the food would be