Excerpt:
Black
Eyed Peas and Ham Hocks
Thelly Reahm
How
could anything as distasteful to me as black-eyed peas and ham hocks,
buttermilk and cornbread bring good luck?
I wondered as I stirred the pot of beans simmering on the stovetop. Little
bits of ham were flavouring the distasteful beans as they cooked, but not
even the wonderful flavour of ham could disguise the weird taste of those
peas. And why did they call them peas? They had no resemblance to peas at
all. However, that did give me pause, because I don’t like peas either.
It’s not the peas actually; it’s that mealy feel of them on my tongue.
I love pea soup, hate peas! Hate lima beans for the same reason, but love
lima bean soup!
“Why do you cook
black-eyed peas every year if you don’t like them?” Richie asked.
“A New Year’s
Day tradition is a New Year’s Day tradition! My Grandma said if you eat
black-eyed peas on New Year's Day it brings good luck.” I smiled.
“Well, that
doesn’t make sense.” He turned to leave the room. He probably needed
more space between the smell of the bean pot and his sensitive nose.
“No more than your
daughter, Linda, fixing rutabagas for Thanksgiving (and nobody eats them).
That’s a Benett tradition. Where did the Reahm tradition of ‘sick
eggs’ come from?”
“Well, that’s
different! Sick eggs taste good!”
It seems we only
approve of the baggage that we bring along to the table! On the other
hand, truly obedient people, even though they don’t like the taste of
something, keep the tradition alive! I was always a compliant child!
Drat those
black-eyed peas!