Clean Teeth

Every few year my Mother-in-law’s extended family has a massive thanksgiving. Her parents (DH’s Grandparents) get together will all of their siblings. And all of them invite their children (my Mother-in-law’s generation), and their children’s children (our generation) and even their children’s children’s children (DH has one cousin with a little girl.) I had been to one of these celebrations before so this year (my second) I was better prepared. I was prepared for close to 100 people singing children’s songs rewritten with Thanksgiving themed lyrics. I was prepared for the very competitive board game playing. I was prepared to handle all this without a drop of alcohol.
I was so prepared that I even made a double recipe of cranberry sauce. Of which a recipe and a half is still in my fridge. Now this could be because it was one of 4 types of cranberry sauce and people were only taking a bit of each. It could be because it clearly did not include Jell-O and therefore was passed over by a certain type of person. Or it may be because it “tasted like toothpaste” to quote a certain cousin who was unaware that the cook was in the room when he announced his opinion of the dish. I have to admit that after he said that, it did start to kinda taste like toothpaste but honestly what was I supposed to do?
You see, I get Domino magazine. This makes me fancy and sophisticated without being stuffy. In general it has no practical application in my life because all the spaces they decorate have soaring ceilings and truckloads of inherent charm. Plus all of their recipes are stupidly simple to make but call for expensive and hard to find ingredients. So you think to yourself “I could make that and I will just substitute shitake mushrooms for that black ear cloud fungus stuff” and then you realize that now all you have is stir fry with shitake mushrooms. Sigh.
So I took a look at their thanksgiving menu and decided that I could make their stupidly simple cranberry sauce which sounded good because it included crystallized ginger. Except that unless you are Starbucks or perhaps you are the type of person who plans your cooking of things enough in advance to go to more than one store, crystallized ginger hard to find. The store by my house did not even have fresh ginger because apparently all of Safeway and all of China are in some sort of disagreement that prohibits ginger from being exchanged. Starbucks (which is in this particular Safeway) has it. They put it in their Gingersnap lattes and it sinks to the bottom if you forego the whip cream and it sits there shedding it crystallized-ness becoming a mushy ball of stringy ginger goo just small enough to fit through the drink hole in a cup so you can choke on it after otherwise enjoying your calorically and financially costly treat. Remembering this distasteful experience I offered the barista 20 bucks for a shaker bottle of it but she laughed like I was joking and told be that everyone seemed to be looking for that this year.
So I bought cranberries, ginger in a jar, and fresh mint. Somehow the crystallized ginger could be replaced by fresh ginger but not simply by ginger puree in a jar so I thought that adding the fresh mint would, you know, add that something special. And it did, because really have you ever heard of toothpaste cranberries? Me neither but I have leftovers so if you decide to visit this week, be prepared to try some.