Every Thanksgiving I write about cranberry slush. Because the whole reason for the existence of this blog is to convert all of America to my family’s tradition of making cranberry slush each Thanksgiving. Now you know my evil master plan.
And now that you know the plan, I have to kill you. Okay, not really. But you do now understand just how much I love cranberry slush and that it’s a must for me on Thanksgiving. I would hazard to guess that I’ve never experienced Thanksgiving without it.
So, imagine my utter despair today when I couldn’t find my colander and giant wooden pestle, the tools you see in the photo on the cranberry slush post. When we moved in February and I ended up with enough space in my kitchen to store a fork and a plate and not much more, I stored a bunch of my kitchen wares in boxes. And apparently I stored my colander and pestle. The horror! I was convinced this was going to be the worst Thanksgiving ever. (What? You think I’m exaggerating?)
Nikki (my friend who has saved me on more than one occasion and not all of the kitchen variety) had a nice big sieve for me to borrow. Which brings me to the whole point of this post. A sieve and a big serving spoon work GREAT. See, years ago I tried using a tupperware strainer and it was a huge pain in the patootie. So, I thought the colander and pestle were the only way to go. But they aren’t! The sieve and spoon are straining my cranberries just like they’re supposed to. If you haven’t ever made cranberry slush because you don’t have a colander and a pestle, never fear! If you have a sieve and a spoon, hop to it! You can still freeze your slush TONIGHT for serving tomorrow. You have time! Click here for the recipe.
P.S. While I was photographing the sieve freezing my tail off on the back porch, I took a picture of my socks. Which I was going to write about. Because I’m mad I have to be wearing big fluffy socks. Because it’s COLD. And then I looked up and saw palm trees. And remembered it is November after all. And I was looking at PALM TREES. And I decided I better stop complaining. Because I might have more than one of you throwing snowballs at me.
Off to finish making slush! Yippee!