Many of us grew up with the tradition of a Sunday Supper. We sat at the dinner table, got scolded when our elbows touched the table, were admonished for turning our attention to anything that wasn’t our family. We ate good food with good people. Describing her own childhood Sunday dinners, in which her beloved, culinary-minded grandfather played an indelible role, Lacy explores and celebrates the rhythms of Sunday food traditions. But Lacy knows that, today, many who grew up eating Sunday dinner surrounded by kin now dine alone in front of the television. Her Sunday Dinner provides remedy and delicious inspiration any day of the week.