A New Year

Just finished fixing Hoppin' John, a New Year's staple. I cannot stand the way black eyed peas mush in my mouth, but my grandmother used to make me eat it every January 1st for good luck in the coming year.

And so, to commemorate my beloved Gram, I fix it every year. I still don't like it, but who wants to mess up the prospect of good luck, especially this year?

Here's to health, family, and God's blessings in 2010. A primary victory in June wouldn't hurt any, either.