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2 cups water 1TBS cinnamon 1½ tsp each of allspice, nutmeg, ginger |
2 cups sugar 2 tsp. ground cloves ½ tsp salt |
4 cups cranberries 2 apples, peeled and coarsely chopped |
1 cup chopped dried apricots |
1 cup orange marmalade |
3 Tbs. finely chopped candied ginger |
Boil the water, sugar, salt, and spices together for 5 minutes. Add the cranberries and simmer covered until the cranberry skins burst, about 6 to 8 minutes. Stir in the candied ginger. Simmer uncovered until the sauce begins to gel on a spoon. Stir in the orange marmalade and the apricots until the marmalade is completely melted and blended in. Remove from heat and stir in the chopped apples. |
Yield: approximately 8 cups |
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Lorraine's Cranberry Fruit Sauce Recipe
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Houston, We Have an Archive!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Week 11: Oh, the Horror!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity
Apologies to our listeners...I had believed this poem was written by John Ciardi for decades, only to discover just now that it was penned by another poet, John Tobias. --Lorraine
During that summer
When unicorns were still possible;
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned;
When shiny horse chestnuts
(Hollowed out
Fitted with straws
Crammed with tobacco
Stolen from butts
In family ashtrays)
Were puffed in green lizard silence
While straddling thick branches
Far above and away
From the softening effects
Of civilization;
During that summer–
Which may never have been at all;
But which has become more real
Than the one that was–
Watermelons ruled.
Thick, pink, imperial slices
Melting frigidly on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins;
Leaving the best part,
The black bullet seeds,
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wall
Against the wind
Against each other;
And when the ammunition was spent,
There was always another bite:
It was a summer of limitless bites,
Of hungers quickly felt
And quickly forgotten
With the next careless gorging.
The bites are fewer now.
Each one is savored lingeringly,
Swallowed reluctantly.
But in a jar put up by Felicity,
The summer which maybe never was
Has been captured and preserved.
And when we unscrew the lid
And slice off a piece
And let it linger on our tongue:
Unicorns become possible again.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Week 10: Yes, We Can...Even in a Pickle!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Apricot-Peach Syrup: Round One
