Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Cranberry Relish

There, too, I admired, though I did not gather, the cranberries, small waxen gems, pendants of the meadow grass, pearly and red, which the farmer plucks with an ugly rake, leaving the smooth meadow in a snarl, heedlessly measuring them by the bushel and the dollar only, and sells the spoils of the meads to Boston and New York; destined to be jammed, to satisfy the tastes of lovers of Nature there.
Henry David Thoreau


Cranberries, cranberries, cranberries.  Ever wonder how and where they grow?  In Water?  And how did cranberries ever get associated with turkey and Thanksgiving?

Well, I did a little research.  Well, according to the Cape Cod Cranberry Growers' Association:
The cranberry, along with the blueberry and Concord grape, is one of North America's three native fruits that are commercially grown. Cranberries were first used by Native Americans, who discovered the wild berry's versatility as a food, fabric dye and healing agent. Today, cranberries are commercially grown throughout the northern part of the United States and are available in both fresh and processed forms.

Okay, so the Indians introduced them to the Pilgrims. According to Wikipedia, "Calling the red berries Sassamanash, natives may have introduced cranberries to starving English settlers in who incorporated the berries into traditional Thanksgiving feasts." So, why are they called cranberries?  Pilgrims gave them the name because the fruit's blossoms look like the head and bill of a Sandhill crane.

Cranberries grow on vines, and, beyond popular belief, they do not grow in water. Instead, they grow in bogs, and, to facilitate harvest, these bogs are flooded before harvest.  But this type of harvesting is only used for cranberries that are made into juices, jams, and jellies.  Cranberries in bags that are found in the produce section of your grocery store, are dry harvested.  They are harvested with a machine that combs the vines for the berries.

Interesting.  And if, like me, you have never acquired a taste for cranberry jelly, there are many different kinds of recipes - I am sure one to your liking.

Recipe

Per request of my sister and nieces, I am forever documenting this recipe for all generations.  One of us looses it every year.  This was a recipe handed down to us by my sister's mother-in-law.  It is sooo good!  The jello and sugar take away the cranberries' tartness.

Mrs. James' Cranberry Relish

2 sm. pkgs. jello, your choice of flavor (I use strawberry-banana.)
3 c. hot water
2 c. sugar
2 oranges, squeezed
2 apples, ground
1 # cranberries, ground

Dissolve jello and sugar in hot water.  Squeeze oranges, and grind apples and cranberries.  I use a nut grinder, blender, or food processor.  Add to jello mixture.  Pour into serving dish.  Let set overnight.

Enjoy your many blessings,
Aunt Janet

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Help to Carry On

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don't let show

Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me

So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Lean on me...
                                                         Bill Withers

Look around - there are people in pain.  Behind the facade of a smiling face, they go on, hanging by a fine golden thread to what is real -  where love exists.  Those closest may see these fine strings, may try to catch a hold of the ever wavering, only being defeated because it never quite swings in their direction.  The closest just don't have the power or strength to grab on.

And twirling and swinging, they pretend that love will grab a hold of them as they are propelled in the other direction.  Failing to lean when they are not strong - in the direction of the caring, the wise, the ones who truly care.  The movement plunges them forward, and away, until others are first heartbroken, after time, can't see the golden thread, and go on, leaning on others.

I've reached out.  I tried to hang on.  Now, I can't see you anymore.  But remember, there is still hope.

For those in pain, reach out before the pain becomes to great, before the forces carry you away into the unknown.  If the pain consumes, the unknown surrounds, turn to the known, the truth, the real, and you will find comfort.  Lean on the True Love, and Love will grab a hold of you.  You can't be helped until you ask.

As you surrender, slowly, oh so slowly, the golden thread will turn to a golden rod, visible to all, and love from everywhere will surround you once again.

Written for those I love who pushed me away until, heartbroken, I went on.  Hope exists.  Lean on Him.

Aunt Janet and Janet and friend
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