Northern and southern New Year's Day
traditions were blended when Roy and I were married over 35 years ago.
We ate my sauerkraut and pork with his black-eyed peas. (The greens,
to be eaten for monetary success, morphed into a lime Jell-O and pear
concoction.)
Matt, Dawn's husband, is a man with
distinct tastes. He refuses to sample the sauerkraut (or pork since it
cooks with the 'kraut) or black-eyed peas. On New Year's Day he eats
something else.
Unlike his dad, Brandon, now nearly three
years old, wants to try everything. Yesterday, while eating a bowl of
black-eyed peas, Brandon said to me, "Grandma, you make good food." I
smiled at his praise. That was right before he put a forkful of
sauerkraut into his mouth. And immediately spit it out on the
tablecloth.
