Wooooowhoooo!
It be Happy New Year and time fer Black-eyed peas fer luck and Collard greens fer money, mixed up wit sum hawg jawl, fer flavur.
Good lord, whut more cud a body ask for?
I’m gonna tuss sum turnip greens in the pot fer gud measure.
Cain’t wait to fry up sum o’ that there hawg jawl.
Ma arteries clogged jist thinkin’ o’ it.
Probly why Grandma had to roto-root thut there car-o-tid artry.
Iffen ya need a receipt for cookin’ them peas and greens, jist give me a holler. I ud be raight proud to hep ya!
Now, y’all huv yerselfs u Happy New Year, ya hear.
