Yes, it’s been a weirdass year full of American embarrassments, AND we must all eat, so please, friends, dig in to whatever you’re having for New Year’s Day with enjoyment and gratitude, whether the ingestion brings good fortune for 2021 or not. Last year’s blackeyed peas seemed to have let me down, everyone, but on reflection, I’m thinking maybe the year would have been even more ugly had I not eaten those delicious little gasmakers with my favorite people last January.

I made mayacoba beans this year because I was too lazy to get in line for blackeyed peas—perspective, amirite? I love these beans. They’re described in copy/paste fashion as “buttery,” and though they taste not a whit like butter, they are delightfully soft and delicious and take quite well to being transformed into a lemony pot of hope for a more sane year than the last shitshow we were gifted.
Enjoy yourselves, friends.
