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Every year I make a slightly different version of this soup. It's always got to have black eyed peas, of course, because eating those delightful little babies on New Year's Day brings you prosperity and luck in the whole long year to come.

So I'm a big fan of coddled eggs. I eat them for breakfast all winter long, which means that I occasionally rhapsodize -- at length and out loud -- about how truly spectacular a thing coddled eggs are, which means that my friends can often be found walking around looking deeply confused when they're with me.