Ok, so I’m breaking tradition. An important Spanish new year’s eve tradition that could cost me my good fortune in 2013. The grapes you see above, the ones the Spanish (and other Latin American cultures) consume during the last twelve seconds of the year – that represent the upcoming twelve months – are meant to be green grapes. The ones above are clearly red. I’ll explain.
You see, it’s both tradition and superstition to consume twelve green grapes right before the stroke of midnight. One for each time the bell tolls or in more modern times, each time the “Rockin’ Eve” special you have on your television starts to count down to midnight. If you do not eat one for each chime, you risk bad luck in the new year. It is rare the person who can down a grape every second (twelve times) but it turns into a bit of a good-natured competition where your loved ones shove grapes into their cheeks while grape juice squirts haphazardly onto sequined tops and table tops. Sticky hands and all. Charming.
I’m daring to break tradition this year by using a bit of strategy. You see, all the green grapes I was able to find at the market yesterday were on the largish side, so I opted for the small and roundish red grapes. Figuring it more important to give my family and friends a decent shot at actually consuming all of them. A color trade off I’m thinking the New Year’s Gods would deem wise and scheming – perhaps appealing to their little wicked side? Probably not. But I’ll take the risk.
Oh, and remind me to tell you about the year a particular new year’s party hostess decided to serve seeded green grapes instead of seedless. Story for another day…or year.
Happy 2013, my friends. Writing this blog has brought me such joy. Thanks for reading my little stories and recipes. I hope this year brings you renewed purpose, peace, good health and happiness.
Feliz ano nuevo!