Mom would always tell me when I was little to just "eat a spoonful of black eyed peas, they'll bring you good luck." Each year, on New Year's Day she would make a pot of black eyed peas and cornbread. I'm not sure if I really liked them that much when I was a child, so maybe that's why she would always get me to just "try a spoonful."
Now, every year it has become a part of my tradition to cook black eyed peas and cornbread on New Years Day. I've learned to put my own "twist" on them and my husband and I look forward to them every year.
I'm pretty sure this New Year's tradition has been around for sometime, and is followed by many, but I can't help but think of it as "just something Mom made every New Year's Day for her Birthday."
It's been 15 years since my Mom has passed. I think she would be happy that I was making and eating those black eyed peas on her Birthday every year don't you?
Happy Birthday Mom
I miss you,