I’ve never been a huge New Year’s person.
In my hospital nursing years, I worked almost every New Year’s Eve, often putting back together the results of partying a bit more than was optimal. This was part of my deal with the establishment, as a single mom with a young child, that I’d work all the rest of the holidays but I needed Christmas Eve and Christmas morning off.
One of my more memorable New Year’s Eves happened when Dave was about four. We’d been to church and then came home and read three whole extra stories.
About then, my phone rang and it was a couple of friends from my youth group days wondering if I wanted company. I said sure, if they didn’t mind the flannel jammies. They brought the bubbly and I broke out some herb roasted cashews and we had a blast catching up on everybody we knew.
This year is a food year at our house. And some time for pondering food traditions.
My mom didn’t care for shelling beans or peas, or for cooked leafy greens. This was a perspective that worked fairly well in Minnesota. Not so much after we moved to Florida!
According to the old southern traditions, we may be in trouble when it comes to luck in 2018.
My hog jowls won’t be here until the middle of next week due to some glitches in local farmer land.
I don’t have any collard greens in the garden just now, but there’s gorgeous black kale in the fridge which will just have to do.
And, with a smidge of regret, we’re skipping the black-eyed peas this year. It seems I really do feel better when I don’t eat them.
So, what, then?
Well, my best ever pot of butternut squash soup with mixed bone broth from Saturday night. Bright, velvety, comforting little pint-sized gems in the freezer for dark winter days.
Gorgeous, local rib eye steak for Bill and stone crab claws for me on New Year’s Eve, along with a big bowl of very green salad. (There are advantages to not being able to leave home!)
And, for Monday, dry brined local pork chops and barely wilted kale with garlic.
At the very least, we’ll be ahead on vitamins!
We might be ahead on community, as well.
We’re helping to support our local foodie farmer and butcher friends.
We’re voting with our wallets on critical issues like health and the environment. It may take a while longer, but I have faith!
We’re stashing enough food in the freezer to help out friends and neighbors.
And, next week, I’m trying out a new recipe for making broth from crab shells. One of these days, I’m going to get it right!
It would also be ok if we won HGTV‘s dream home giveaway.
Which would, by the way, need to be big enough for a couple of freezers!
For this moment, know that you and yours are in our thoughts and prayers. And may 2018 be filled, for all of us, with a whole lot of loving our neighbors as ourselves.
Blessings and Peace from Sue, Bill, Sarah, Phoebe, and Luther