Here’s the deal: I could use some improvement in the general outlook of my health, my luck and my bank account. I have relied on people I love dearly to provide us with the traditional New Year’s Day meal. You know, the greens, blackeyed peas and hog jowl that are supposed to bring you health, wealth and luck during the upcoming year. I’m thinking that maybe the dear, sweet people who have cooked for me over the past few years might just be a little short in the mojo department.
I might be sick, unlucky and broke, but I’ve got some damn fine mojo! So, this year I’m cooking my own New Year’s Day feast. Collard greens, swimming in fat, blackeyed peas (also swimming in fat), fried hog jowl (ridiculously surrounded by fat) and a famous Tigner family favorite called spoon bread, which is served with the fried hog jowl and fabulous tomato gravy.
I’m busting out a feast with my most intense culinary mojo that is designed to alter the course of my future. Besides a horrendous infusion of fat grams, our meal will infuse us with visions of health, wealth and utter happiness and luck. This is my story and I’m sticking to it!
2010 can kiss my ass!
May the good Lord bless me, my family and all my friends in the new year. OK, Lord, you can also bless my enemies, except for cancer. Don’t bless cancer.