Let’s go ahead and get the negative stuff out of the way right up front: canned cranberry sauce is the creation of a mad scientist, a gelatinous glob of unnatural goop so unpalatable as to make the aliens lock their doors in horror as they pass by Earth on their way to more cultured planets.
Welcome to Thanksgiving week, people.
Anyway, you now know that I detest canned cranberry sauce. On the other hand, homemade cranberry sauce, especially my wife’s, is a dish so delectable as to be one of the main courses at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, and I love it. I actually love most everything about the Thanksgiving holiday; I love giving thanks in general, knowing that in the words of James 1:17, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above.” God has been good to us all, even to those who do not walk in his ways. Matthew 5:45 says, “That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”
With all of that in mind, please allow me to spend the rest of this column giving thanks for things great and small. Here goes, in no particular order.
I am thankful for gumbo, Cajun fillet biscuits, my wife’s sourdough English muffins, dark-meat turkey covered in gravy, deviled eggs, more deviled eggs, cold watermelon, real maple syrup, the honey from Swafford’s Bee Farm, a really good steak, homemade Key lime pie, dark chocolate covered caramel with sea salt, Mexican food, quality sushi, my wife’s red beans and rice, tomato sandwiches right out of the garden and deviled eggs.