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.