And if you grew up in a Roman Catholic Italian house like I did, it meant everybody got dressed up and went to nine o'clock mass, stopping at the bakery on the way home to buy sweet stuff for breakfast (always after church - never before) and for after dinner, and of course bread for our Sunday night dinner with all of the family, including - but not limited to - all the Grandparents and maybe a few aunts, uncles and cousins.
The pot of gravy (not sauce) started with my Mother browning off sausage and a pork chop or two, and the ever-present meatballs. Dinner would be at 4:00 or 4:30 (never later) and, all things said, done and eaten, the grown-up table would carry on well into the evenings with desert and coffee (and maybe a little sambuca), and the parents playing one card game or another - gin rummy or canasta, maybe even some pinnochle, but never bridge - that was reserved for Saturday nights. Great memories....
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