I only ever think to make granola as a gift for houseguests and friends, which is absurd because I love it. In fact, I nibble away so defiantly at my own gift-batches, that I have to make an entire second batch to give. I’m trying to remedy that habit this year with regular Sunday granola baking this year.
Thanksgiving is a time for great propriety, family gathered at the table, our best manners observed (for as long as we can stand it). But the day after Thanksgiving? Screw propriety. I want to eat a heaping plate of leftovers while sitting on the couch in my sweatpants.
Though I have ALWAYS disliked cranberry sauce from a can, I’m beginning to love the tart accompaniment of a nice cranberry gastrique alongside my Thanksgiving turkey. Of course, I always say “the more you know the better it tastes,” and that adage has CERTAINLY played a part in my newfound cranberry love.