Childhood memories of cranberries tell me a good cran-experience only came on Thanksgiving. I must confess I believed cranberries came from a can. Here’s my visual: ridges, circling a jiggly perfectly cylinder shaped mound… to me, the sight of that thing actually made me taste metal. Of course, it was ok on my squishy white bread turkey sandwich with mayo, salt and pepper around 8pm that night. Not only acceptable, but necessary!
My respect for the cranberry has grown. Now, at 38, I try to remember they are good for my urinary tract. On top of that, apparently some current studies implicate they may have benefits/prevention of things like heart disease, stomach ulcers and dental plaque. Yep, that whole list is on my radar these days. And, if I am going to be able to keep eating my annual sandwich at 8pm at night, I gotta keep the system a bit cleaner.
Well, it is time to think of new ways to incorporate the tasty little fresh guys into home menus. Let me know if you have a good cran-experience to share!
