I live for cranberry chutney. It may seem odd but the reason that I make roasted chicken, is to have an excuse to make and eat it. One Thanksgiving my Mom forgot to make the cranberry chutney and there were tears. It was ugly. I try not to think about it.
This is no ordinary cranberry sauce from a can monstrosity. Oh no, Nana’s cranberry chutney is sweet but still just the right amount of tart. It is cohesive yet you can distinguish the various ingredients. Magic. I eat it year round. I know tradition and Nature dictate that cranberries are eaten in the Fall and Winter. No worries. That is what freezers are for. There is happy bag of frozen fresh cranberries sitting with the vodka now. 🙂
I don’t mess around with my cranberry chutney; it’s Nana’s or no chutney. I am unabashedly judgy.
So why am I making Nana’s Cranberry Chutney weeks before Thanksgiving you might ask? ( Other than to share it with you, obviously.)
Because my Husband and I are hosting his family for the first time this Thanksgiving and I’m nervous. Truth: I’ve never roasted a turkey before. [So embarrassing!] That was always my Mom’s job. I hear other families have dry turkeys every Thanksgiving. Based on the countless articles about avoiding the embarrassment of an overdone turkey you would think there were some sort of National Dry Turkey Epidemic. Not in my house. Oh no, Mom’s turkey was moist and tender year after year. Why would I mess with perfection and try to do it myself?
That was my long-winded way of saying that I did a turkey test run. So, naturally, I needed some of Nana’s cranberry chutney to go with this test turkey. It’s a good thing my husband is out of town or he would say I’m nuts.
I have made some minor tweaks to Nana’s recipe but if you want to taste The Original, just eliminate the brandy and add more sugar.
My Mom says that Nana’s Cranberry Chutney makes good gifts and I believe her after spooning mine into these cute little jars. Not that I’d ever give any away…