Traditions.

As my blog title states I used to live in Texas. Like most, if not all, folks who grew up in, or lived for a substantial part of their life in any part of the world, there were traditions. 

One of those traditions was eating ham and black-eyed peas on New Year Day, because it was a kind of tradition in the southern US that this meal was thought to bring good luck in the new year.

Carrying on a tradition can provide familiarity and a sense of ease in unsettled, unsettling, times. So we had ham and black-eyed peas for dinner yesterday. Behold.

And it was good. Although the presentation was different from my childhood plate, the gist – ham and black-eyed peas – was there.

We will see what 2022 brings. I hope it brings you good fortune.

A very good meal.

We got take-out from a Jamaican place. On the left (from left), jerk chicken, rice and beans, coleslaw, pork rolls with a spicy dipping sauce. On the right (from left), the rise and beans, coleslaw, dipping sauce with the pork rolls, and curry goat. Delicious.

Oh and at bottom: Lucy expressing a desire to expand her culinary horizons.

Look at the bun.

Faye and I recently had lunch at Cowbell Brewing Company in Blyth. I ordered the Smokehouse Burger, with Bacon Potato Salad as my side. Neither disappointed, though the side would have been even better if it were served warm.

Look at the bun.

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