Last weekend was the Hunters Dinner here in town. They put on a big meal complete with all the Thanksgiving fixings, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, beans, corn, roll, orange fluff, dessert, AND “that cranberry salad”.
For years and years, I have loved that cranberry salad. I could just eat and eat it but sadly, it comes in a container like this…
They are teeny tiny if something is in there that you really love. But alas…only one per customer. Each year I pick the cranberry salad and each year, I really enjoy it.
Sadly… my family hasn’t found a love of cranberries. I do…my family not so much. I end up not getting cranberries even at Thanksgiving. No one in the past ate them except me…and I’m not very good at eating a whole can myself.
I should buy cranberry juice more often but there are sugary calories in it and I shouldn’t have a lot of sugar but you can bet if there is a breakfast at a hotel and they offer cranberry juice, I snap some up for myself. YUM!!
Well fast forward a few years and somehow Kalissa acquired a taste for cranberries. YAHOO!! Someone else was on my team.
At Thanksgiving that year Kalissa said she’d bring the cranberries. I said that would be great. She ended up buying three cans of cranberries and opened all three cans putting them on a plate. Then was shocked when only she and I ate them.
Fast forward again to the recent Hunters dinner. I picked up our meals for takeout. I got to the spot where I was to pick up salads. I picked a cranberry salad for both Kalissa and my orders. When it was time to eat, Kalissa raved on and on about the cranberry salad. I loved it too. For all of the years the fundraiser has been going on, I have loved that salad.
Then Kalissa started taking mini bites trying to figure out what was in the salad. I started guessing too. Then just like that, it hit me. I was pretty sure I had the recipe. I dug and dug and I did. I had the recipe.
Years ago one of the organizers of the dinner and I were on the library board together. She was also working on the historical society board. She was at the library meeting with me and sold me tickets to the historical society dinner. At the next meeting, she asked how I liked my meal. I said it was great and commented that I would love the cranberry salad recipe. I never expected to get the recipe but at the next meeting, she came and gave me the recipe for the coveted cranberry salad.
I never made it because by then I had given up on my family eating anything that was cranberry flavored.
Here is the recipe…
Guess what??? Kalissa and I are going to make it for Thanksgiving dinner even if it’s only the two of us that eat it. Who knows? Maybe we convince one of the grandkids to eat it and slowly we can even out the number of people who love cranberries in the family.
So fingers crossed for Thanksgiving Day. I have high hopes to convert some of the people in the family to this AWESOME cranberry salad.
I’d love to hear how all of you are…do you like cranberries or do you have a cranberry story to tell? I’d love to read them in the comment section!