Collards and hoppin’ john, because, well, duh, but also pork and sauerkraut, a meal I hated as a child (the pork, not the sauerkraut) but forced myself to digest at least some of rather than risk ruining a whole year. And on NYE? Shrimp cocktail, and at the stroke of midnight, grapes.

Does Black Bush (the whiskey, not the DATY) count?

What is your New Year’s good-luck food?

Hoo-Ha.

Dimmer, I said food, not drink. In a perfect world, I’d ring in the New Year with a Maker’s Mark Manhattan or a bottle of Veuve Cliquot or Piper-Heidsieck or something of that nature.

And some Cakebread wine with dinner, just to start things off.

Alas, that is not to be, for multiple reasons.

And GS: Hoo-Ha is not food! Unless you’re doing something we should inform the police about.

Alas, that is not to be, for multiple reasons.

Up the duff?

Re: Hoo-ha is not food, reminds me of the old saw about a buy who was orally pleasuring his partner, came across a corn kernel, thought not much of it and kept going until he came across a slice of carrot, at which point he exclaimed “Are you sick?”

To which his paramour replied “No, but the guy before you was...”