Some of you might think not posting for a measly 8 months would certainly lead to a post filled with apologies, pledges to not wait so long next time, and gratitude for your love in returning to read again. Not so. I have better things on my mind, namely, cranberries. I have developed a fond love for this fruit lately, which surprises me. I love it in every form. And before I go any further, I must in good conscience take this time to issue an apology to my father. My loving father, who has supported me despite all my faults, is much wiser than I. I spent every Thanksgiving loudly turning my nose up at the cranberry relish he generously applied to his turkey. Mind you, this is a liberal definition of cranberries as it was in the shape of a can, with lines from the can, and would jiggle on the plate, but nonetheless I admit my error. Turkeys and cranberries are indeed soul mates.
My only sadness is I did not recognize Dr. Ryder's wisdom sooner as I could have enjoyed many a meal involving this delicious berry. A bag of craisins is now securely in the glove compartment of my car to ward off any hunger-induced demon-ness (Mike and Mary surely know what I am talking about). If cranberries in any form are the menu of the restaurant I am visiting, I am partaking. Vegetable sandwich? Hold the pesto, add the cranberries. Tuscan grilled chicken sandwich? Well, yes, I'd love cranberries; just put it on the side without the green olive and pepperoncini relish. You may or may not have noticed both of those items are on the menu at Paradise Bakery. My obsession with cranberries and Paradise Bakery has led to an unkind, but wholly well-deserved addition of ten pounds to my frame. And I've loved every part of getting there. But alas, I digress. That is a different subject for a different day.
So, without further ado, I will share with you my second-grade level tribute to this fruit:
"Oh, cranberry, cranberry, your tart flavor gives my mouth such delight,
And you somehow soothe my loneliness if I boil you into a tea at night.
Chutney, jelly, jam, compote, or whole;
You give Thanksgiving and Christmas spirit and soul."
Your red color is proudly displayed for all to see;
But it makes me a bit sad that I am too dumb to know if you grow on a bush or tree."
So, without further ado, I will share with you my second-grade level tribute to this fruit:
"Oh, cranberry, cranberry, your tart flavor gives my mouth such delight,
And you somehow soothe my loneliness if I boil you into a tea at night.
Chutney, jelly, jam, compote, or whole;
You give Thanksgiving and Christmas spirit and soul."
Your red color is proudly displayed for all to see;
But it makes me a bit sad that I am too dumb to know if you grow on a bush or tree."
