Do you like the year end lists, the years in review and best ofs? I do, so I tried to compile a personal Best of 2012 list for you.
I started with Best Non-fiction Book I read. I could not choose. How do you compare a holocaust memoir to a book about breasts to environmental disasters to the assassination of a president? I couldn’t. So I scratched that off my list.
Similar problems with choosing Best Fiction, so I scratched that, too.
Then I couldn’t remember any movies I watched more than a month ago.
I made these cauliflower fritters last week, and they were definitely the best cauliflower I’d had all year. So there is that.
But there is no list of Year’s Best from me. Sorry. Not even highlights or a year in review.
Instead, let’s talk about Superstitions. Do you adhere to any New Year’s superstitions? Or customs?
My family was woefully lacking in cultural traditions and superstitions. We don’t even have a traditional meal. No black eyed peas; no pork in sauerkraut; no long noodles.
I didn’t even realize how many people had New Year’s traditions until I was in my twenties. Then a co-worker told me about the many superstitions she’d grown up with. I think of her every year at this time and pray that the new year brings her many blessings.
Her family strongly believed that the first person to cross the threshold in the new year must be a man. She said none of the women would leave their homes until a man had visited them on New Year’s Day, so all the male relatives had to go from house to house, in the morning, to ensure good fortune for the new year.
It had to be in the morning, both because the women wanted to visit each other in the afternoon and because they didn’t want to risk a neighbor stopping by and crossing the threshold first.
This list specifies it needs to be a dark haired man. My coworker didn’t mention that, but all the men in her family had dark hair, so maybe she didn’t think about it. In my family, it would mean my husband would have to visit every household while the rest of us stayed home. My sons would doom a family to bad luck all year.
It’s probably good that we don’t follow that particular custom, but I like the kissing at midnight and not breaking things superstitions. I’m all for kissing and not breaking things every day of the year, actually.
Does your family have any special customs for the New Year? Traditional foods?