One of my fondest memories of New Year’s dates back to a few years ago when my parents and I spent the holiday in North Carolina at a friend’s lake house. Snow was blanketing the water, but all we needed was a bottle of jagermeister and the hot tub to have a jolly ole time. We ran wildly out of the house and dashed through the snowy winter-scape to the hot tub, laughing all the way. This is my first recollection of my parents preparing the traditional New Year’s Day feast. We devoured all of the good luck foods including black eyed peas (for growth), ham (for progress), corn bread (for wealth), and greens (for prosperity). Oh, and dark chocolate cognac cake (just because). The happy memories from that trip floated through my mind while I cooked a pot of Good Luck Soup. The memories made the soup taste that much better. Instead of corn bread on the side I topped the soup with mini ham and cheese sandwiches. These little crouton impersonators were the perfect twis...