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Sarah's sweet and sour cranberries
1 bag of cranberries, washed
1 1/4 cup of orange juice (preferably fresh-squeezed if possible)
1/2 to 3/4 cup of honey
In a medium sized saucepan, combine the cranberries, orange juice, and honey over medium high heat.
Bring to a boil until you hear a bunch of little "pops". That is the cranberries bursting through their skins.
Take a potato masher and gently crush the cranberries until the sauce becomes the consistency you desire. Simmer for another 5 minutes, stirring constantly.
Put in a container in the fridge to cool. Serve as a garnish, or a side at Thanksgiving. Troy inherited this weird trait from his mother in that they think that everything under the sun is tart, so I put a fresh drizzle of honey on his serving right before serving.
Bon Appetit!
I've shared this over at Fat Tuesday,Traditional Tuesdays. What's on Your Plate, Real Food Wednesdays, It's a Keeper Thursdays, Simple Lives Thursday, Pennywise Platter Thursday, and Fight Back Friday.








Yum! I just might make this for my Thanksgiving dinner :) How long do you think it would keep in the fridge?
ReplyDeleteIt looks great! Thanks for sharing it at Traditional Tuesdays!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking your great post to FAT TUESDAY. This was very interesting! Hope to see you next week!
ReplyDeleteBe sure to visit RealFoodForager.com on Sunday for Sunday Snippets – your post from Fat Tuesday may be featured there!
http://realfoodforager.com/2011/11/fat-tuesday-november-15-2011/
Allison - I'm guessing it will probably be ok in the fridge for about 5-7 days. I made it on Sunday to serve on Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteYum! I made my own cranberry sauce for the first time last year. It had maple syrup and brown sugar. Your version sounds delicious--I'll have to try it!
ReplyDeleteHow is this sugar free when there is a large amount of honey in it? Honey is sugar.
ReplyDeleteHey.
ReplyDeleteJust a comment about cranberries.
They smell like feet.
Dirty dirty sweaty feet.
I have two bushes in my yard, one beside the house and one in the garden. We get a gallon off the two of them in the fall.
Then we go down the river and pick a bunch more gallons and joke about bears.
Then we race to the car because there's bears.
Then we make juice.
It smells like feet.
Then my daughter drinks it, mixed halves with seven up or sprite.
I shudder.
I will never understand cranberries.