My husband & I had a fun New Year's Eve with a few of our closest friends. The host of the party was mi amiga from Catalonia, Spain. She planned to teach us a Spanish New Year's custom. I had never heard of it & I was excited to learn a new tradition.
She prepared the bowls containing a dozen grapes for each of the guests. As we gathered to watch the ball drop, she had her pan & spoon in hand. She banged off the last twelve seconds of 2010 & I popped a grape in my mouth for each one. This was harder than I had anticipated!
After the eleventh strike, my husband dropped his last grape. I watched the fruit playfully bounce away from him. He quickly dove on the floor & swatted it to the ground, throwing it into his mouth with no time to spare. Cheeks protruded, I choked back a laugh. I was secretly relieved; we were both determined to start the year with a little extra luck.
With so little time between gongs, there was no chance to chew. As the clock struck twelve, I attempted to finish the mouthful of grapes. Juice dribbled down my chin as I looked around & giggled at my silly friends and their grape-packed cheeks. I chewed & chewed & chewed, wondering if I would have to spit some of them out. But I didn't give up & after a few minutes, we had successfully eaten all of our grapes. I planted a sticky-lipped kiss on my husband, a smooch to seal the good luck.
It was a lively start to the new year. And I've already had a bit of good luck. I think the grapes are working! I hope you had a fun start to your year too.