Monday, January 2, 2012

Holiday Spirit

I've meant to feature this album cover since my friend Rich and I found it in thriftshopland last July, but I never got around to it until now, so I hearby declare today to be the end of that stupid Christmas/New Year's holiday thing and the start of Tropicana Holiday. Woo hoo.

I'm especially glad to have moved past all that other, lesser holiday stuff since they didn't really work out that well. A tradition in the South is to eat black-eyed peas and cabbage for good luck on New Year's Day. Usually I make my own peas and cole slaw to revel in my southern roots, but this year I wasn't feeling the culinary love, so I sprang for canned peas, feeling all the while as if I were letting my every female antecedent down as I did so.

I was so ashamed I failed to notice what I was buying was actually black beans. Oops. And I forgot the whole thing until 11:45 tonight and I was so rushing around to get it together, I wound up putting in way too much salt in the cole slaw. I managed to choke down a couple of bites but the garbage disposal got most of it. I only hope that counts and that this is not some augury of the year to come. 2011 was bad enough.


  1. I think it counts.

    So how long is the Tropicana Holiday? Are there rituals and special events? I could totally give up red and green for orange and brown or some such undervalued color combination.

    Happy New Year Mr Peenee, you and your blog are special, wonderful and highly entertaining.

    Thank you for hosting us, and I look forward to a 2012 full of house boy antics and witty conversation.

  2. and your haughty water...refreshe.
    my dear, where do you shop?

    and you know i adore popping in, don't you?

  3. Hmmmm...if I remember right, eating black beans on new years day augurs
    a year of good health...or is that diarrhea...
    or is it a big black man? Can't remember.
    Maybe all three.

  4. I see the issue here as spit vs. swallow.

  5. After years of eating black-eyed peas (which I actually like) and having them bring no luck whatsoever, I decided this year to buck the tradition entirely. I had stuffed eggplant. In your face, new year!

  6. Awwwww - as we say down here (know you can relate) Bless your heart!

    Thank you for the posts. Your sharp wit does not go unappreciated (yeah, I know, double negatives = whatever).


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