And that's when I saw it.
Right there underneath the can.
Lookin' all innocent and everything.
That little white tag that said they cost $2.49 a can. Two dollars and forty-nine cents. Two hundred and forty-nine pennies. I'm pretty sure that's more than a penny a pea (really a bean, but who can worry about that when you're being robbed blind for a little bit of New Year's good luck?). Coming from Texas, where black eyed peas are one of the few things that thrive in the summer and are therefore abundant, it's never occurred to me that they might be in limited supply. Down south, we say you have to eat your black eyed peas on New Year's for good luck and prosperity. Let's just say spending $2.49 for one can wouldn't have made me feel very prosperous. So I didn't get my black eye peas.
I did make cupcakes though. And I put sprinkles on them, because Sedona loves sprinkles. And I kinda hope she holds on to some of her speech errors a while longer because there is nothing cuter that seeing her light up and proclaim, "Spwinkels! I WUHVE spwinkels!!!"