I mean, really

[mme_hardy]

It is a Southern custom, passed on from Black people to White in this case, to have black-eyed peas and collards on New Year's Day. Black-eyed peas (really beans) for luck, collards for money.

My husband, bless him, made both collards and black-eyed peas, the latter in the InstaPot. While carrying the black-eyed peas over to the stove, he tripped, fell over a trashbag*, tried to save the peas, failed, and walloped his back a good one. He is now in bed with ibuprofen, and will probably be miserably sore tomorrow.

Those peas had better get their act in gear.

*I had bravely unpacked a box and thrown away most of it. Little did I know.

Comments

[mme_hardy]

Wasted food hurts so much.

I say so often "Only my pride" but pride hurts, too.

[pameladean]

Of course it does, often a lot. You are altogether right.

Still, at least it doesn't require one to go to bed with ibruprofen.

P.