When I was growing up in Georgia, as the weather got warmer, my sister and I often sat on the screened porch playing while Mother cooked supper. It smelled so good!
Mother was an excellent cook and she made everything the old fashioned way. I can picture her cracking open the shell of a coconut, grating it, mixing the batter by hand, and working all afternoon to surprise Daddy with a fresh coconut cake. Sometimes we'd peel potatoes for her pan fries, help string beans, shell fresh peas, or cut corn off the cob.
I remember that one of Mother's favorite old hymns was, "Come Home, It's Suppertime". and we might sing it as we washed the supper dishes.
What is your favorite suppertime meal?