“… I don’t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove.”
– The Etta James version, A Sunday Kind of Love
Etta James spoke to me on a Thursday. It’s when the weather report foretold of showers and thunderstorms all of Sunday. Knowing the temperature to be indecisive at this time of year, I opted for a slightly Southern comfort dinner of Roast Herbal Chicken; Creamy Mashed Parsnips and Fingerling Potatoes; and Southern Collard Greens.