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Cranberry Sauce. A deep purplish red log that slithers out of the can with a gentle "squich" sound that simply says "Thanksgiving" (to me, anyway. If cranberry sauce starts speaking to you, seek medical advice).

None of this fancy shmancy "whole berry" crap either. Yich. Or even worse, some gourmet home made "ginger and clove" concoction that someone like Martha Stewart would dream up.

Nope. The good stuff comes from a can of Ocean Spray cranberry sauce. There simply is no other purveyor of cranberry based products, especially jellied cranberry goop in a can than Ocean Spray. Also, I don't mean "goop" in a mean way either. I mean it with love. Well, not love, but certainly affection, or at least a mild fondness.
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I wondered why cranberry sauce was actually called a sauce, considering it is more of a goopy type food. The dictionary defines sauce (noun) as:

And here I thought sauced meant drunk, like 'Kathy sure can't hold her liquor, she got sauced off one glass of wine." Did you think sauced meant drunk too? Well, now we all know better. You're welcome!

I originally meant to write a blog describing all the falsehoods and whoha that surrounds Thanksgiving, but I chose not to. That doesn't mean all those falsehoods and whatever-hoopla are unimportant, but why ruin my Cranberry Sauce Day. So I decided not to be gloomy but instead to be sauced. Off of half a glass of wine, if I'm being honest.

So whatever "Thanksgiving" means to you (even if it's just another Thursday) I wish you happiness and much sauce.