Gung Hay, fat choy. Oh wait. Nevermind, that’s not until next month.
On New Year’s day every year, you’re supposed to eat a can of
black eyed peas for good luck. Or at least, that’s what the people in my family eat on New Year’s day. Here’s my can.
I didn’t eat any, though. What if black eyed peas really bring you bad luck, and some Indians on the prairie told the settlers to eat them for good luck and all these years my family has been eating them on New Years day, thinking that they’re good luck, when they’re really bad luck. It could be true.
My grandma has eaten black eyed peas every New Years day for her entire life, and she was a widow at 25 and nearly every member of her family was dead before she was forty.
My mom and dad ate black eyed peas every day of my life, and forced me against my will to eat them too. (Actually, I liked them. It was free will). This would explain all the unlucky things that happened to us. Like the Thanksgiving of 1984. My mom set a glass dish of green beans on the front burner of the electric stove. She forgot that the burner was on and the glass dish busted, shards of glass flew from the dish and landed in all the delicious thanksgiving food that was sitting on the stove and countertops nearby. Now that’s bad luck. There were no turkey sandwiches in my lunch that year.
So I started thinking, I have completely forgotten to eat my black eyed peas every year for over a decade….and I have been pretty lucky.
So I looked it up in my book of superstitions. If you happen to stumble upon a horseshoe in a field, it is an auspicious sign that the upcoming year will be filled with good luck. Then, an additional year of good luck can be added for every nail still in the horseshoe. There are eight nails in this horseshoe. That’s nine years good luck! I can’t believe it.
Anyway, I don’t want to cancel out any of that lucky good luck, by eating some cow peas that were probably cursed by the ancient native americans.