Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas, "Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits please."
We're usually in the South for Christmas and New Year's, and Jeff's mother makes "Hoppin' John" or some other dish with blackeyed peas.
This year, we'll make something ourselves. Since we roasted a turkey yesterday, we'll use that instead of pork.
I can't tell you, I haven't ever eaten this good postpartum! It helps to buy your husband cookware for Christmas!
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