tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357323246672613644.post8231399433044456345..comments2023-03-27T12:13:11.427-04:00Comments on Elorithryn's Diary: A Saucy HolidayCathryn Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816869021658935999noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357323246672613644.post-80678316311785217032011-12-22T22:13:27.474-05:002011-12-22T22:13:27.474-05:00Ah, but dear Burndtree, you can not bag wet picked...Ah, but dear Burndtree, you can not bag wet picked cranberries. they spoil too easy. Those free floating berries go but one place - into juice. Stripped of their skins, and set to boil down. Perhaps some get to parade around as that Cranberry Sauce in a can. The one that slips out, complete with rings so you know where to slice it...<br /><br />As to inviting the Turkey fro dinner. He declined, Cathryn Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14816869021658935999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357323246672613644.post-32886589529839267442011-12-22T21:00:42.418-05:002011-12-22T21:00:42.418-05:00They drown cranberries here, Elo. Guys in hip-wade...They drown cranberries here, Elo. Guys in hip-waders corral the little floatin’ beasties behind floatin’ booms them little reds seem mighty afraid of. Little reds then are scooped up, sometimes vacuumed up. Before they know what hit ‘em, they’re…transported. Bagged. Tagged. Set out on a table. Being stared at by someone like me, hoping I bought enough sugar.<br />Your recipe sounds yummy. Have Burndtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02581386149740864062noreply@blogger.com