Every New Year’s Day my superstitious family eats black-eyed peas for luck, and cabbage for money. It makes everyone gassy, but we still do it because we’re afraid of the demons which apparently punish you for…not having access to peas, I guess? Still, it’s slightly more sane than other people’s New Year’s traditions (according to this company I know nothing about):
Related: Failing to hear animals having a conversation with you is also good luck in my family. Or it’s a sign that you need more to drink. Also, I don’t have a witty way to pull this post together because I’m on a lot of cold medicine, but maybe that’ll bring good luck for the new year. Maybe being high on cold meds and only half-finishing blog posts are the luckiest ways to end the old year. I’m so ahead of the game it hurts.
PS. I was just thinking that eating foods that make you super gassy on New Year’s Day is probably a good idea because we’re all hungover and feeling fat and grumpy and it gives us all a good reason to stay clear from each other. There might be a kind of science to this after all. Someone get me a possum.