Pot Roast Night!

Every time I make pot roast certain memories pop into my head from my childhood. It was likely one of my fave meals growing up and still is! My grandmother made the best pot roast!  Sometimes she would even make a lemon meringue pie for dessert.  Lemon meringue pie is my absolute favorite followed closely by pecan pie! I also have memories of my grandma trying hard to perfect her lemon meringue pie after she realized it was my favorite. Last night I prepared a pot roast, as always while making the pot roast two memories came to mind.

My first memory was how amazing my grandmother's pot roast was.  The gravy was the key in my opinion.  Rich and dark brown with intense flavor....oh it was great!  The aroma of her gravy is something that overwhelmed the senses in a lovely way.  I'll never forget that smell!  I should have had her teach me how to make that darn gravy.  Making gravy is not my specialty, it's still a work in progress. I'm happy to report my gravy last night was a bit thin but the smell of the gravy was spot on to my grandma's gravy.

As for my second memory that brings a smile to my face every time I make a pot roast.  I'm not sure my mom will appreciate me telling this story but oh well!  It happened many years ago it's not embarrassing anymore!  Now to the story...First off I should mention it was quite common for my mom to invite my grandparents over for dinner. My grandparents in turn would invite us to their house at the very least once a week for dinner. Most weeks it was likely 2 or 3 times during the week.  Anyway I'm not sure how old I was when this happened but my guess is that I would have been in my pre-teen years.  My mom was making pot roast, my grandparents were due to arrive any second.  While my mom prepared to make the gravy for the roast my grandparents arrived.  They came in the door that opens up into the kitchen.  As my grandpa came through the door my mom turned around to greet him in her hands she was shaking the flour and water combo in a Tupperware container.  Upon her saying "hello" to my grandpa the lid on the container went flying off and the entire contents went all over my grandpa. Head to toe! Oh man!  She was so embarrassed, understandably.  He was so covered in flour and water that he had to run home to change then come back for dinner.  That evening has provided us with quite a few laughs over the years.  I'm positive that for years to come it will be something I'll continue to recall each time I prepare a pot roast.  I remember the entire scene like it was yesterday!  LOL!