Pass me the blackeyed peas, please.(that's part of a song). I love'em. I eat them every New years day and all thru out the year. The way my luck runs, I'm afraid not to eat them. One year a neighbor brought us 3 bushel baskets of peas in the pod. We podded peas for days. They were the best peas I ever ate. The peas were large and the soup was thick. Now thats liven'. Those of you who carry on that tradition, don't forget to pass it down. Good luck guys.