Sally Hansen Miracle Gel Pink Cadillaquer 

I grew up in a house where on Sundays, we had supper.  It was different than dinner.  Sunday supper was just a few hours after church, and it was always more people than just my family.  In fact, it’s where the term “just us” was coined.  Whose coming for Sunday supper?  Just us.  But “just us” was around twenty people.

My mom would make sauce.  Anti pasta would be set out on the kitchen table.  And the crew would start to trickle in any time after church.  The wine would be poured, the kids would play.  We’d end the evening watching whatever show was on at the time.  I vividly remember watching Married with Children on Sunday nights growing up.

Since getting married nearly five years ago, I’ve wanted to start our own Sunday supper traditions but the timing and location never aligned.  When we lived in Charlotte last, we were a good twenty minutes from everyone we knew.

Well, on Sunday, as we were packing our bags to head back to Charlotte from Raleigh, the sauce was simmering in my parents’ kitchen.  Knowing we had to be back in time to get some work done and for J to have a meeting, there was no way we’d get to stay for dinner.  And I was less than pleased about it.

So five minutes into our drive home, it dawned on me.  I sent a text out to our friends.  Sunday supper.  I’ll cook, you bring the drinks.  7:30.  You in?

And just like that… Sunday Supper at the Hodges house was born.  And it was absolutely lovely.  I already can’t wait til next week!

Oh.  And that picture of my polish?  Taken on day 4, the morning after scrubbing pots and pans.  I mean it when I say that Sally Hansen Miracle Gel is the bees knees.