Lawd, honey, lawd. A great Southern tradition is black eye peas and cabbage for dinner on New Year’s Day, so we had a lunch party yesterday featuring those fart inducing classics, plus glazed ham, jalapeno cornbread muffins, sweet potatoes and a carrot cake. I made cole slaw for the cabbage part and our friend Bill showed up with a trifle featuring candied clementines, very fancy, so we didn’t eat the carrot cake, which is now calling to me from the refrigerator. It was a menu that both of my grannies would have approved of and as I tucked into it, I gave up silent thanks to the old girls for inculcating a love of po’ white delicacies in me.
Mmm. I gotta go, I have a carrot cake with my name on it to deal with.