I can assure you, there were smiles at the table.
No sauces needed. Just a little butter on the broccoli.
My grandma and grandpa on my mom's side had a large patio on the back of their old adobe style house they enclosed. It kind of became the family room.. it had a wonderful brick bbq with a chimney that had a spit set up. Big ol black and white TV watching Disney, Bonanza, Wild Kingdom and Lawrence Welk over there. Kids changing channels for grandpa. KaChunk. Back yard was a childs delight with an L shaped barn and surrounded by Orange orchard. El Rancho Scharp. Grapes shaded walk ways and the kitchen, wraped around arbors grandpa had erected with stout timbers. Grandma would harvest them and make jelly with us kids. I'd pick lugs of oranges and sell them. Play in the trees and build tree houses. Flood irrigation made for many a mud fest. Hose off out side and shower off before dinner.
Grandma would occassionally roast a good size beef roast on the spit and the family would sit down to a wonderful meal with some mashed potatoes and such. Lots of little go with items grandma made. Pickled beets, bread and butter pickles, veggies from the garden.
Brownies or pies for dessert.
Cooking that roast last night is a nice revisit to those times.