New Years Day was almost a disaster but in the end it was saved by my neighbor and serial good fairy, Brenda Chambliss. .
Feeling nauseous and fluey from a stepped-up chemo injection on New Years Eve, I couldn’t face the fare I have consumed with religious fervor for six decades. The black-eyed peas, cabbage and cornbread would have to wait. Then, at 4 p.m. Brenda delivered a package containing all that and more. There was baked ham and her special fruit cake made from crushed vanilla wafers right in the box. I must get the recipe for my next book. Even fruit cake haters will love it.
I peaked inside the “care package” and there was a note that said I didn’t have to eat the whole thing. Only one fork-full of cabbage and 7 black-eyed peas would do the trick, she assured me. Well, I never knew that, so before going to bed I carefully counted out 7 peas and speared a fork with cabbage and choked it down. Hmmm. Why was hers so much better than mine?
Anyway, this morning I decided to google the black-eyed pea requirement for luck in the New Year and learned that she might have had it wrong. An authority on the subject said you must eat 365 peas! Does anyone know if there are that many in an entire can? I plan to find out as soon as I feel better because I have some catching up to do. HAPPY 2ND DAY OF NEW YEARS. I don’t think it’s too late.