{"id":1095,"date":"2024-12-09T00:37:37","date_gmt":"2024-12-09T06:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/?p=1095"},"modified":"2024-12-09T00:37:37","modified_gmt":"2024-12-09T06:37:37","slug":"i-almost-ruined-thanksgiving-for-the-cranberry-sauce-lovers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/longstoriesshort.blog\/index.php\/2024\/12\/09\/i-almost-ruined-thanksgiving-for-the-cranberry-sauce-lovers\/","title":{"rendered":"I Almost Ruined Thanksgiving (For the Cranberry Sauce Lovers)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I\u2019m feeling a short blog post today because I\u2019m not particularly inspired by anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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stitchie bundled up <3<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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First, things I forgot to include last week: Happy Thanksgiving! I haven\u2019t really been a true Thanksgiving head ever since learning how fucked up those pilgrims were, but I still enjoy the day. Good food + time spent with family + a reminder of everything you are grateful for = good times. If you are reading this blog, I am grateful for you. Thank you for spending your time finding my website and reading my aimless rambles. This blog is possible thanks to viewers like you. Thank you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My family has hosted Thanksgiving for the past few years now. My mom is notoriously and self-proclaimed not the best cook. Personally, I don\u2019t think she\u2019s the worst, but maybe that\u2019s because I was raised on her cooking. Frankly, I think the thing holding her the most back is her own self-doubt and fear of rejection. But then again, maybe she just can\u2019t cook. However, this theory is disproved by her Thanksgiving. The woman whips up quite the spread, and it\u2019s not just me who thinks so. Everyone wipes their plate clean, and many even go for seconds! A few times has her turkey been ever so slightly dry, but we have discovered that\u2019s because that\u2019s the way she likes to eat it! I don\u2019t mind a dry turkey, so I, along with everyone else, still devour it. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

I think she is able to make such a good Thanksgiving meal due to it all being a matter of logistics. My mother is a planner, for better or worse. She plans our meals, holidays, and outings; her literal job consists of logistics. Mom, if you ever read this, you know I love you, and you know I\u2019m right in saying sometimes the planning can be overbearing and stressful. Sometimes the plan isn\u2019t what everyone wants or needs, and sometimes she crumbles under the pressure of being the designated planner. But goddamn, can she plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Preparations for our first time hosting Thanksgiving felt like preparing for a NASA launch more than it did a family dinner. She was doing calculations and made spreadsheets to ensure that every meal was hot and ready by the time our guests arrived. And it was! She\u2019s gotten it down enough by now that she barely stresses anymore beforehand. Well, \u201cbarely\u201d may be an understatement, but nonetheless, her time-management skills are impressive! She assigns each of us something to make to help her out. I am the master of the cranberry sauce, and oh boy, did I mess it up severely this year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Picture this: It\u2019s my slotted stove time, so I make the cranberry sauce, following the recipe as per usual. About a cup of sugar, a cup of water, some citrus, a bag of cranberries, and a pinch of salt. I only see kosher salt nearby, so I ask my mom and brother, who are working on other foods, if kosher salt is the same as table salt. Because I\u2019m smart enough to admit I don\u2019t know everything. They reply yes. I proceed as normal. Once it\u2019s time to plate the sauce, I give it a taste, and Holy Shit. Why the FUCK is it so salty? I hope it\u2019s just me, or maybe the sauce needs to cool, but then my mom tries it and she can\u2019t hold back her sour reaction. Well, shoot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We send my dad to get another bag of cranberries, and once he returns I make it again. After deliberation, we think that because kosher salt is<\/em> a bit stronger than table salt, it must have been too salty because I did<\/em> add more like a pinch and a half. This time, I plan on just adding half a pinch. So I make it again, and ask my mom if she could pass me the sugar since it\u2019s near her. She asks, \u201cWhat sugar?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gesture to it. \u201cThe one right there in that jar.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She goes, \u201cLuna, that\u2019s not sugar. That\u2019s salt<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All four of us go, \u201cOoooohhhhh.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had added about a cup of salt<\/em>, a cup of water, some citrus, a bag of cranberries, and a pinch of more salt. And I almost did it again! If I hadn\u2019t asked for sugar, we would have had two very salty sauces on our hands. 2 Salty 2 Sauces.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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if you zoom in you can see the salt grains<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

The second sauce ended up delicious. Although, I couldn\u2019t really taste how good it was until dinner. When I tried tasting it before plating, all I tasted was salt. I think the first sauce was so salty that I accidentally gave my mother and I a bit of sodium poisoning. My bad! But it was scrumptious during dinner! A perfect pair with my mom\u2019s dry turkey, and I mean that genuinely. Wet, tangy sauce with dry, savory turkey. Mmmm. My mouth is watering just remembering it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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What else happened this week? Let\u2019s see\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went to christkindlmarket with a friend! I was this week years old when I learned that it\u2019s not \u201cKris Kringle.\u201d It was a lot of fun! I saw Krampus. I should get into Krampus. He seems up my alley. Spooky monster who can easily be imagined as just a silly guy. I mean, c\u2019mon. How am I not a fan already? Well, I am somewhat of a fan, just from afar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No way, apparently the day we went, December 6th, is the day of the Feast of Saint Nicholas, which is right after Krampusnacht <\/em>(Krampus Night). Pause.<\/em> Why did my wifi go out as soon as I wrote Krampus Night? Krampus? Hello? Resume.<\/em> So lucky us for seeing his booth after such a busy day, wow. I feel so honored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today was the final F1 race of the 2024 season. I don\u2019t want to get too into it at the moment, because then it won\u2019t be the short post I promised (and want\u2026), but I\u2019ll give you the fast facts.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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McLaren, despite Ferrari\u2019s best efforts, won the World Constructors Championship for the first time in 20+ years. Happy for my fave Oscar Piastri. Congrats to the engineers and mechanics. Lando Norris. Zac Brown, you can choke. PLEASE choke. I should be compensated for seeing Zac Brown happy. I need that man to [redacted] or maybe even [redacted] before I [redacted]. For real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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not a moment from the abu dhabi gp, but a moment to remember<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Ferrari\u2026 Next year will be our year. It has<\/em> to be. Charles Leclerc did an insane drive from P19 to P3. Carlos Sainz, I\u2019ll miss seeing you in red, but it\u2019s time to make room for the man, the myth, the legend\u2026 Sir Lewis Hamilton.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I got teary eyed seeing him exit his Mercedes one last time. It\u2019s the end of an era and everyone is emotional. I really fucking hope Ferrari doesn\u2019t ruin his reputation anymore than Mercedes has these past couple of years. Please let him retire with a bang, and please<\/em> don\u2019t let him retire anytime soon! I\u2019m not ready for that yet!!!! Long live Lewis Hamilton.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll have to explain Max and George\u2019s fight next post because, damn, is it funny, but also long as hell to explain.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Goodbye to Valterri Bottas, Zhou Guanyu, Kevin Magnussen, Franco Colapinto and maybe(?) Liam Lawson. Maybe! You made this sport so much fun to watch. Fly high!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What a great season, man. I\u2019m currently working on THE F1 video wrapping it all up, so stay tuned for that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lastly, I\u2019m halfway done with the first chapter of my fanfiction! It\u2019s actually so much fun to write. Only problem is, my writing time has been in the wee hours of the night, which is not good at all for my sleep schedule. So I definitely need to fix that. I\u2019m thinking I might be done with the rough draft by the end of this week, then I\u2019ll send it to a beta reader to have it a bit edited, and then I\u2019ll possibly post it? Perhaps? I might want to start the next chapter before I do. Just so I don\u2019t have too huge of gaps between uploads. But who knows? Life is a mystery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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getting toasty<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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next year will be our year<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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