Why, oh why, do so many people prefer...nay, DEMAND...canned cranberry sauce? The kind with lines in it from the can, quivering in the little dish. When there is homemade whole berry sauce sitting next to it? I don't mean some frou-frou cranberry sauce with ginger and persimmons and god knows what else...but simple , fresh cranberry sauce made recently from fresh cranberries.
Not only a large percentage of my extended family, but my own husband, known to have decent taste in food, fall in this category.
My mother and I were discussing this Sunday. She has decided to cave in, slap the gelatinous crap on the table, and forget casting the cranberry-colored pearls before swine.
I suggested these people need to be reeducated. Perhaps a make-shift camp in the spare bedroom where full cans from Ocean Spray can be dropped from counter height on their bare feet until they see the light.
I'm tongue in cheek of course. Help me understand what you see in the canned stuff !
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