A Cooking Post: A Treat from the CSA

This sad-looking pile of beans harbors a surprise in taste. The joke is on me, because for over fifty years, I hated these things.

The pile turns into this:

Yep. Those are black-eyed peas.

We did not have them often when I was a kid, but Mom was from the south. Which meant that New Year’s Day required black-eyed peas. For good luck the rest of the year.

My logic for that was that if you had to start the year with this for dinner, the rest of year could only get better.

But then a few years ago, my...