Tuesday, 1 January 2008
|1212 - The annual black-eyed pea ritual|
I, like many folks from the South, make a point of eating black-eyed peas every New Year's Day. The tradition is that that gives you luck all year. I don't particularly believe that, but it is a tie to my heritage in the frozen North.
vakkotaur doesn't like black-eyed peas. He claims cooking them stinks up the house. He tried them once, several years ago, and gave them the prairie fling out the back door.
This year, I decided to try something a bit different. I cut up and browned some skinless pork sausage in a pot, then cut up a third of an onion or so and sauteed it in the grease, and added a can of black-eyed peas and a healthy dash of Tabasco to the pot and let it simmer for 30 minutes or so.
I liked it. What's surprising is that Paul liked it too, well enough to finish off the pot. I think I'll have to try that again next year.
current mood: full
Behold the power of Tabasco.
Aside from southern tradition, I've never been able to figure out why people eat those. I agree with vakkotaur
, they do smell pretty rank while cooking. Worse than cabbage, even. (And I like cabbage, actually.)
I'm with vakkotaur
on the black-eyed peas thing (prolly cause we're both prairie folk) but boy howdy your confection indeed does sound mighty tasty. (Especially the grease and pork sausage part, since my wife's gallbladder surgery
that stuff is in scarce supply around here.)