Showing posts with label New Year's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Year's Day. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Blackeyed Peas for New Year's Day


Eating collards for prosperity and black-eyed peas for good luck on New Year's Day is a southern tradition, but Dan dislikes collards and I'm not too fond of them.  I like black-eyed peas but Dan not so much, so this year I tried a new recipe that included black-eyed peas ---Hoppin' John Soup. 

Hoppin' John Soup
2 links of chicken sausage
1/2 cup diced onion
2 cloves minced garlic
3 Tbs olive oil
1/2 cup basmati and wild rice
2 cups of cooked black-eyed peas (I used fresh ones since they were available at the grocery.)
1 can diced tomatoes
1 cup sliced mushrooms
2 cups low sodium chicken broth
Black pepper to taste
Chili powder to taste

Directions:

1.  Slice the sausage links and brown in olive oil.  Add onions and garlic and cook until onion is translucent.

2.  In a large pot mix the sausage, onions, garlic, black-eyed peas, tomatoes, mushrooms and broth.  Bring to a boil.  Add rice.  Reduce heat to low, cover and simmer until rice is done---about 20 minutes.  Add more broth if needed for preferred consistency.  Season to taste with pepper and chili powder. 
Brown sausage, onions and garlic.
Cook the peas.
Add all ingredients in large pot.
Ready to eat.





We skipped the collards (so much for prosperity) but maybe the peas will bring us good luck in 2013.  It was a good soup in any case.






Monday, January 2, 2012

Umstead Park on New Year's Day

Dan and Maggie on Loblolly Trail, Umstead Park.

I love the woods in the winter.  It reminds me of the Winter Botany class that I once taught and that I so enjoyed teaching.  New Year's Day was perfect for a walk along the Loblolly Trail in Umstead Park.  This trail is fairly level with not many ups and downs.  Maggie especially enjoyed the hike.  There's actually a lot to observe in a winter's woods.
The pretty leaves of the loblolly pine.
The remains of an old dead oak.
Lichens and moss on tree trunk.

The pretty brown leaves of the beech that hang on through the winter.
The quiet solitude of the forest.
The solitude interrupted as Maggie greets a little beagle with her owner.