Remember when Sunday dinner meant something more than the drive up window at McDonald’s? After church, families would gather at grandmother’s for dinner (which today we call lunch). Fried chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, string beans fresh from the garden with big chunks of hickory smoked bacon, creamy cole slaw, and of course a big slab of pecan pie and a tall glass of homemade lemonade would round things off.
Some might not relate to such meals, but that’s the way it was done in the South (and still is).
I thought about that when I visited Laura, a Creole Plantation, in Vacherie, Louisiana, on the famed Mississippi River Road. For over 80 years, this sugar cane plantation was run by women, an oddity in pre-Civil War days. I can imagine the hustle and bustle in this dining room as the family gathered for Sunday dinner. I can almost hear the chatter and clink of silverware on china. McDonald’s can’t hold a candle to it in my opinion.
I took this photo with a Nikon D700 camera and a Nikkor 24-70mm lens. I used existing light. If you look through the door on the left side of the picture, you can see kettles and jugs in the pantry just off the dining room.