The last sunset of 2011 is a good one.
We are off to celebrate New Year's Eve at a neighborhood potluck party. My main contribution is a Southern traditional soup made with black-eyed peas:
My family (especially my mother's side) came from the south (think of a less grand "Gone with the Wind") where they had lost just about everything after the Civil War. When the northern troops swept across the south towards the end of the Civil War, they lived off the land taking food from the local farms and plantations. Since the union troops didn't know what black-eyed peas were, they left them behind. Consequently, all that was left to eat were black-eyed peas.
These days, the first meal of the New Year is usually celebrated with a very simple meal of black-eyed peas as a sign of good luck, for if you start the year eating your worst meal, the only place you have to go the rest of the year is up.
May we all have no where to go but up in 2012.
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