1/1/11

At 2:44 in the afternoon on the first afternoon of a new year, you'd think I'd be doing something.  I'm doing very little.  It's a quiet afternoon for us.  The kids are playing on their games/watching television while the hubby and I (and the cat) are watching football.  The cat has claimed my lap as his bed and has been sitting on me constantly when I've been sitting.  He's currently laying on my lap.  

We have a pot of black eye peas on the stove, simmering.  We used the bone from our Christmas ham in the peas for seasoning.  It makes good use of the extra meat that we weren't able to pick off when we put up the ham.  Black eye peas are a symbol of prosperity in the Southern part of the country.  There are a ton of recipes for them.  There are "Hopping John Peas", etc.  It's always been a tradition in my family, although my mother never told me WHY we ate black eye peas on New Years.  It wasn't until I had my own home that I realized what it was about.

Today is a great day.  The sun is out, my family is reasonably healthy and happy.  What more could a person want? 

Happy New Year!