Happy new year to the faithful followers. I'm such a slacker about the blogging, but I've decided it's because I haven't found my voice. I'm so impressed with others whose writing I read on line (favorites listed in my regular haunts to the right), but I love the idea of sharing with anybody who's interested. So, I resolve to be better about writing, and I'll let my voice find itself.
My late great mother-in-law always served black-eyed peas and pork roast on New Year's Day, to bring good luck to the new year. She also cooked her green beans to within an inch of their lives; some traditions don't need to continue. Tonight's menu? Pork loin wrapped in pancetta; hearty black-eyed peas; rice (so I can mix it with the leftover peas for tomorrow's lunch); and some sauteed zucchini, yellow squash, and red onion topped with shredded mozzarella because it's Troy's favorite. And because anything green Troy says he'll eat is golden with me.
I hope your holidays have been wonderful. Two more days off, then back to the salt mines. And Troy told me yesterday that he has a book due Monday. Fucking homework over the holidays? Bastards.
UPDATE: it's going to be broccoli. No mozzarella for the zucchini, and that's key. At least according to Troy.
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Fucking homework....LFG and I had to read-in a panic yesterday, the bio of Wilma Rudolph...due Monday as well.
For us it was a 3-D poster advertising the wonders of Maniac Magee. Oy. But we're done.
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