362|365 New Year’s Day Superstition (1/1/12)
Growing up we always had black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day and I didn’t like them. January, 1984, when I was 23 years old, I openly declared that I thought it was a ridiculous superstition and I didn’t eat any black-eyed peas that day.
That year, my parents divorced, after 24 years of marriage. I now eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day. Always.
I’ve had other bad things happen to me since then but really black-eyed peas don’t taste that awful so I have one or two peas, just in case.
Over the past few years we’ve tried different recipes and sometimes I like it well enough to eat a spoonful or two of black-eyed peas. Today, I gathered up the various types of dried beans we had, which were pinto, great northern, lima and black-eyed peas. Then, I added ham and made soup. It was pretty good so I had quite a few spoonfuls that included several black-eyed peas.