There's a lot in life that I prefer to take from my memory and ignore the lure of expanding my knowledge of a particular subject on the Internet. Of course, the Internet can't be trusted for pure fact, which explains my reluctance on most subject, but on Superstitions, you must wonder why I hesitate. The fact is that I love my superstitions, as few of them as I have, that is. My favorite one is that eating Black Eyed Peas on New Year's Day is lucky. Just ask my children, who have had to humor me by eating at least one of them. I usually used the bone from the Christmas Ham and made Hopping John, which could be smothered in Salsa. Yum. Living on the West Coast, I had a hard time even finding Black Eyes Peas. I usually bought them dried since that's my preferred form. (Tests have shown that the glycemic index on dried beans after soaking and cooking, is lower than on canned ones. Plus I can control the amount of salt that way, since the salt from the ham has to be compensated for.) So what am I doing with canned Black Eyes Peas? It turns out that in Tulsa, eating Black Eyed Peas on New Year's Day is what everybody does. The stores were out by the time John went out to get them yesterday. Having spent all year seeing them at the stores in at least 3 forms - dried, canned, and frozen, it never occurred to me to buy them ahead of time. Heck, I even saw fresh ones at one point. Oh, and the rest of the stuff in the picture (Tito's is the most fabulous Vodka - made in Texas) is for John's superstition - a Bloody Mary for New Year's Morning breakfast is also lucky. Who Knew?