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We have to have the greens and the black eyed peas. I personally do not care when we take our Christmas trees down. There is a message from Granny. She got me some collards out of the garden. The tops, she assures me, look good.
The table will be set with luck and money, a superstition kept because it's so tasty. Granny asks if I'll be making the tomato relish and I say, No ma'am. Atop black eyed peas I'd only eat mayonnaise.
Today I am so very grateful to see a movie with my Dad, to put clean sheets on Slater's bed, to prepare a family's first meal of the year.
Happy New Year's Eve, my friends.