Eat Your Luck

Mmm, money. Nom, nom, nom. Mmm, prosperity. Nom, nom, nom. Mmm, more money! Nom, nom, nom!

What do you eat for New Year's? Does it hold a sentimental significance for you? Do you know the cultural reasons why you eat it?

Many Americans are used to eating ham at New Years. Many also eat cooked greens and/or beans. Why? Eating pork at New Year's is supposed to represent wealth and prosperity. If you're familiar with the peppermint Christmas pig, it comes from the same idea. In the days before refrigeration, you slaughtered and preserved pigs when the weather got cold. Of course, in the South, this wouldn't be 'til deep in the late fall/early winter.

And speaking of Southern New Years food traditions, why the greens and beans? Specifically, collard greens or turnip greens and black eyed peas? Both are supposed to represent money; the greens being bills and the beans being coins. (Alternate descriptions of the traditions indicate the black eyed peas represent luck rather than coins - maybe because two foods representing money seems redundant.)

But why these foods specifically? Why not green cabbage? Why not some other bean? For that matter, if we're going for money, why not some other food that looks more like gold coins? (The Chinese eat citrus slices and round, flat, golden cakes for their new year's celebrations.)

As with many Southern tales and traditions, the turnip greens and black eyed peas goes back to the Civil War. When Sherman went on his March to the Sea, burning through Georgia from Chattanooga to Savannah, he not only burned buildings - he also burned crops. For some reason, he did not burn the black eyed peas or turnips; apparently, these crops were considered to only be fit for animal fodder (specifically, for pigs). So what was left for Georgians in the path of destruction to eat? Turnip greens and black eyed peas. The burning ended in December of 1864 (Sherman presented the city of Savannah to President Lincoln as a Christmas gift).

Perhaps the people of Georgia noticed - or hoped, or prayed - that things changed after they ate these simple foods. Maybe after that awful year of war and fire, left with only the most meager food for the holidays, they thought themselves lucky to have even that. (Or, like Scarlet, they hated it, but ate it anyway because it was better than nothing.)

I went to the grocery store yesterday and bought black eyed peas for our New Year's celebration. We do hoppin' John (black eyed peas with rice), cooked with the last of Christmas ham. This year we're adding sauteed bok choy (Jason doesn't like southern-style greens cooked with salt pork).

I posted on my Facebook page that after the crummy year we've all had that we all need to do our part and eat our good luck foods. A (Southern) friend joked that maybe the greens and beans were making things worse, so she was going to avoid them this year and see if that helped. I recommended she try the Chinese New Year's foods - long noodles for long life, and citrus slices for money. Sounds like she might do it.

So what's on your New Year's menu? Eat it with crossed fingers. Make a wish. Let's greet 2021 with some positive vibes.

What Tradition Are You Grateful For?

If you follow my personal Facebook page, you have seen the "30 Days of Gratitude" posts that I've been making. 

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It's been interesting and introspective.

Thanksgiving's prompt was "What tradition are you grateful for?"  I didn't want to take time on that day to make a long post, but I did want to be able to go into it in depth at some point.

The first Christmas that Jason and I were together, I was still living with my parents.  We wanted to do something together for Christmas - just the two of us - but we each also wanted to spend time with our families.  I worked December 23rd, but Jason was off.  We decided to have a nice, special Christmas dinner together, exchange presents, and just have some nice, quiet time together.

I arrived at Jason's house after work.  When I came into the kitchen from the garage, he had the table set, candles lit, Tori Amos Christmas carols playing in the background, and was just finishing making dinner.  He had gotten ham and green bean casserole, and, I believe, mashed potatoes.

 

It might sound pretty simple, but it meant a lot to me.  What also makes this a very special memory for me is that I had never had a boyfriend at Christmas before, and, knowing that, Jason put a lot of effort into making our first Christmas together a special one.

That was the only year that we haven't spent Christmas Eve and Day together; we had been together a little over half a year at this point and both spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with our respective families.  Every year since then, though, we have been together on Christmas (adding Baldur our second year).  Every year we juggle spending time with both his family and mine, with the exceptions of when one side or the other might choose to travel for Christmas.  (My sister lives in St. Louis and Jason's dad has family in Indiana.)

But no matter where we end up being, what we end up doing, or who we end up spending time with for Christmas proper, we always find some time - usually the day before we head out, though I think we might also have done it the day after - to have our own special, personal Christmas.  We have Christmas dinner (though on one occasion it was brunch), choosing either something special that we don't eat a lot, like filet mignon, or something new.  We have our presents for each other and for Baldur, and we try to find some time to just spend together and have some quiet and peace in the midst of all the dashing back and forth.

This is the tradition I am the most grateful for - the special, quiet time I share with my boys.

Please share stories about your favorite tradition, whether holiday or otherwise.