06/03/15 - 9:10am
In our house, Sunday dinner is eaten around 3 p.m., and it is our main (and perhaps only) meal of the day. When I was growing up, in Huntington, Long Island, we ate dinner on Sunday around 3 p.m., as well – not too long after we got home from church. Most Sundays, as I recall, we ate roasted chicken, brought from Kerber’s Poultry Farm, on Pulaski Road, which was surrounded by miles of potato fields. There was a farm stand, too, where we also purchased seasonal vegetables to go along with the chicken. On special occasions, we had a roast, usually beef, but sometimes pork.