Craaaaanberries

What can I bring for Thanksgiving, I asked my mom.

Hmmmm, how about the cranberries, she said.

Cranberries? I said. Ugh. 

I'm not a big cranberry fan, let alone cranberry eater. 

Cranberries are bitter. They taste like pink colored acid. 

Even the name sounds awful.... craaaaaanberries. 

Double ugh.

Now did I stop to consider for a minute that Grandma was doing all of the cooking for our annual feast? That she was hosting our family get-together?
She was doing most of the work, and all of the organizing. Family friends and guests were coming.

All I had to do was bring one little dish of cranberries. 

Was that really such a big deal?

Yeah.

After a few hours of pouting, I decided to get a grip.

How hard would it be to make a simple cranberry dish?

I mean, you just buy a bag of cranberries and put them in the blender, right?

I can do this, I thought.

You could say I got a bit of a cran-attitude. 

I'll take those cranberries and show them who's boss, I said to myself.

I would become a cranberry connoisseur.

This would become my own Project Runway challenge. I'll call it "The Cranberry Episode"

Hey craaaaanberries. Watch out.

I am so onto you. 

To be continued....