My favorite scented candle is of the cranberry variety. It’s a warm, deep-fragrance, much as the color of cranberries. Cranberry sauce?
This year’s fixation on food seems to be with cranberries and their place as “least favorite” food at Thanksgiving. It’s commented on in the news and the comic strips. Quite frankly, I hated cranberry sauce as a kid. And stuffing. And I never was a gravy girl. Green bean casserole? Nope. The Thanksgiving meal never held sway over my dining preferences. Perhaps the clean-up portion of that meal also deterred my interest in celebrating with a huge meal?
My sister and I were always considered part of the dish-drying team. I disliked those wet towels sopping up as much liquid as my grandmother left after her serious scrubbing of the dishes, pots and pans. However, standing next to the aunts and my mom and listening to that kitchen chatter was a highlight. (Nostalgic note: that part of Thanksgiving was lost with the invention of the dishwasher.) It would take what seemed an eternity to finish the clean-up and be given the green light to go and play!
I digress. I’ll be serving it all tomorrow – and making the dinner rolls, not purchasing them. I’ll be channeling my ancestors’ spirits and mood in the kitchen, all with my cranberry-scented candle burning.