e sound of laughter can be heard echoing off the cold, yellow, plaster walls. My family has a great sense of humor and we are always laughing. We have a small dog; Joey who is always under the table begging and howling for whatever table scraps he can get his paws on. My little brother, who always seems to be the one to cave, slips him the remains of his steak and with great effort tries to pass his vegetables off to the dog, who turns his nose up to anything green. The hard, cold, wood floor creaks at the slightest movement and the pitter-patter of the dogs paws can be heard sneaking around under the table. The joyous room has the lingering aroma of fresh baked bread and steak. In an odd way, Sunday dinner tastes better than any other meal eaten that week, everything always tastes so fresh. The steak is always cooked on the rare side because that is how we all like it. The bread is moist and melts in your mouth. Toward the end of the meal you can smell the shortcakes baking in the oven, for strawberry shortcake with fresh strawberries that my mother purchased that morning from the local farmer's market. A loud and obnoxious buzzing sound, the oven timer, alerts my mom that the shortcakes are done. It is perhaps the best part of the whole meal, a perfect way to end a Sunday night supper....
