Sunday dinner at our house is usually low key.
Brian plays chef and offers a choice of two main dishes:
marinated chicken or lasagna.
Lasagna is the odds-on favorite.
The good silverware usually doesn't make an appearance.
And, with everyone always starving and eager to eat,
we're prone to grab the cabin plates (which are currently home
for the winter) instead of the good china.
The table is usually sans linen--unless you count the paper towels.
The kids (and even most of the grown-ups) don't mind eating
on grandma's rug.
And special occasions, in this case a surprise anniversary celebration,
are usually marked with a little...