Happy New Year!

HOPPIN’ JOHN RECIPE

Tradition says that eating Hoppin’ John, collard greens and cornbread on New Year’s Day will bring a year filled with good luck.
INGREDIENTS:
  • 1 cup chopped onion
  • 1 tablespoon bacon drippings
  • 2 cans (about 16 ounces each) black-eyed peas, slightly drained, or about 3 cups cooked black-eyed peas

    Blackeyed Peas (Shutterstock)
  • 1 cup chopped cooked ham
  • ¼ teaspoon ground cayenne pepper
  • 3 cups hot cooked rice
  • salt to taste
  • sliced sweet onion, optional
PREPARATION:
In a large saucepan sauté chopped onion in bacon drippings until tender. Stir in black-eyed peas, ham, and cayenne pepper. Simmer for 10 minutes; stir in hot cooked rice and salt. Serve Hoppin’ John hot with sliced onion and cornbread.
Serves 4 to 6

And a Marsh View too…

Continuing on from yesterday’s musings…people want to live in pretty places. And there aren’t many places that are lovelier than the Lowcountry coastline.

A digital acquaintance of mine is driving around the US on his motorcycle, and recently took some beautiful photos that really capture the feel of this area. He’s just a tiny bit south of the Gullah / Geechee homeland but the essence is still the same…

A Marsh View
(image from Into The Blue Again)

Going from one Georgia to the other Georgia

This being my blog and all, I am expanding the scope yet again. I’m not going to keep doing that every other week, but I will whenever I feel like it. How about that for boundaries? Anyway. I’m starting a new sub-category called “Nations within Nations”. There are lots of people in this world that have more in-depth stories of where and how they live, and it’s imperative to honor that.

So, on to the next few weeks. I wanted to wind down the year with something a little closer to home and I was presented with the perfect chance, with Georgia on my mind. I took a deep dive into the country, so now it’s time to turn to the state of the same name…

I’m going to focus on the Gullah / Geechee nation, and the influence they’ve had on the Lowcountry of the American South, and the rest of the U.S, even if most Americans might not know it. I’m fortunate to have had a small , very distant introduction to the power of this culture, having grown up in Savannah, and I’m genuinely excited to learn more.