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New Year's Day Good Luck Food: Bah Humbug

The OC and Winston partook of New Year's fare, but the ensuing events provided a reverse epiphany of sorts, and made skeptical, That day, The OC says. he lost his faith in the blackeyed peas and cabbage ritual meal on the first day of January.

By The Old Coddger

I have always paid a lot of attention to all superstitions and "old wives tales" and would always eat the cabbage and black-eyed peas on New Year's Day. Until, a few years ago when Winston Keltner and I went to Cane Valley and cut two loads of fire wood. We put the split wood on Winston's truck and the 75 to 80 pound butt blocks we loaded on a small trailer that I was pulling behind a small SUV.



After a few hours of work we got all loaded up and headed back to Winston's shop with the wood, with a short stop planned at OK Country Cooking for the traditional meal, which I really don't go out of my way to eat any other time of the year. After a fine meal of the cabbage and peas and some good fellowship with some of the other locals, and a few tall tales as to how hard we were working, away we went, our soon to be adventure just about to begin.

When we got to the intersection of Hwy 55 and Fairground Street, starting to turn left onto Fairground St. things began to happen. The trailer I was pulling was a tilt-bed trailer and it decided to "tilt" right under the traffic light, dumping all but 2 of the blocks in the intersection. The two remaining blocks were enough to push the trailer bed back down, so I made a circle and pulled back to pick up the blocks. I pulled the parking brake on the SUV and jumped out to help Winston clear the intersection of the blocks. Thank goodness it was New Year's Day and there was not a lot of traffic; thus, not a lot of people saw our blunder.

Once the blocks were reloaded in just a few minutes, I ran up and started to jump in my truck, But low and behold, I had hit the door lock with my arm as I got out.

So there we were sitting in the middle to the intersection of Hwy 55 and Fairground Street, a load of wood on a trailer, behind a SUV, with all four doors locked and the engine running.

Needless to say I don't worry about eating cabbage and black-eyed peas on New Year's Day or any other day, either.


This story was posted on 2009-12-27 09:34:20
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