2010 should be good.

It started with the kids trying to make breakfast in bed for us, however, when your oldest child is ten, and you smell the stove, you get up quickly. So James and I enjoyed our eggs, hashbrowns, and homemade (by me, buttered by Bud) bread in the kitchen. The house is clean. The laundry is all done. James and I are content with the simplicity of the season.

We had our traditional southern New Years meal. Black-eyed peas, greens, and cornbread. I added roast chicken.

Do you know why we eat such a spare meal (for southerners anyway) on this day? It's not because we're trying to lose the 10 pounds we put on from Thanksgiving to Christmas. No, no. It's because when the Union soldiers took the South, they pillaged whatever there was to eat. What? The War Between the States (don't call it the Civil War, honey, cause war shore ain't civil) is alive and well in the South.

Anyway...
Those left behind had nothing to eat but what the soldiers didn't want. Namely, the greens in the garden and fatback. Now, if you're southern, you know you can make an entire meal out of those two ingredients. So we eat a scant meal to remember the plight of our forefathers. We also eat the peas and greens for luck and wealth. Even when you're eating for the sake of a superstition, it should still taste goooooood!

I'm not making any resolutions. The way to live happily and healthily is already laid out in the scriptures. I plan on making myself a better person this year. One day at a time.