Nothing like a few belated black eyed peas….(this is the South that I’m writing from…) according to a circa Civil War tradition, serving, eating (well, whatever) black eyed peas was supposed to ring in a lucky new year. Frankly, with a mother that actually cooked them (and don’t even ask about the collard green thing) from North Carolina, I felt any year without these babies was a good omen. That said, I attempted some research and determined that blackeyed peas also have a Caribbean recipe online (just swig the rum, trust me) and as a musical group are edging from pop to hip hop. Hope they sing better than they taste.
Okay kids, just have a good 2007.