Tutu's Pot Roast

Legacy of the Sunday Roast


This is Gift #4 in my series “Gifts From Mom”

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One of the things, as a kid, I really looked forward to every week was Pot Roast Sunday. Yum!

Anyone who knew my Momma (a.k.a.-Tutu to her grands) would know cooking was not something she enjoyed.


But pot roast was her specialty and I L.O.V.E.D. it. So much so, that when I made the suggestion we have it every Sunday it became a tradition.

This tradition all happened quiet simply actually.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was tied to the TV watching Captain Kangaroo (I think…pretty sure…its been a while) when Momma declared it was time to eat. I decided the Captain was more important than feeding my growling tummy so I told her I wasn’t hungry.

You see, we ONLY ate at the table. No dinner in front of the TV back in those days…

Except on Thanksgiving when the Cowboys were playing football – Momma loved the Cowboys. (Another story for another time)

Yikes…that makes me sound so old!

We discussed my dilemma for a bit; I was determined not to miss one thing from the Captain. Finally, she relented.

I think this is one of the only times I remember Momma giving in.

She fixed me a plate and sat it down in front of me.

As Emeril would say, “BAM!” An explosion of deliciousness happened and my tastebuds were forever changed!

Almost instantly the plate was empty and I was asking for seconds.

Once my palette had been satisfied, I looked up and asked what that was.

She kind of laughed as I told her pot roast was the best thing ever. I then made the suggestion it should become a weekly meal. With her back still to me, as she cleaned up the kitchen, she agreed and asked what day would work for me.

With my big girl brain I declared “Sundays!”

I figured, it was Saturday…Sunday comes after Saturday…so we would have it again – tomorrow!

She turned around, looked at me and said, “Done.”

Needless to say, I did not get pot roast the next day. But the next Sunday it was prepared and on the table. And every Sunday from then on until I graduated from high school.

I have not been as diligent about preparing it for my family, but it is my oldest daughters favorite too.

So in honor of Mother’s Day…

Tutu's Pot Roast


The gift in this little story is really about a Mother’s heart. Her willingness to put aside her dislike (cooking) to satisfy and please a desire within her daughter.

I know this is my heart for my own daughters…

Thanks Momma for exemplifying this little gift in such a simple way!

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Shortly after Momma passed away we found a card she had received from a friend’s daughter. Written in the card was the story of how Momma had taught her how to make Pot Roast. She goes on to say that it has become a family favorite and weekly tradition.

I guess we never really know how far the ripples of sharing our heart can reach.


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