I always bring the Ocean Spray cranberry jelly for Thanksgiving dinner. I like to plop it right out of the can (standing on its end, ridges still visible) and set it, all jiggly-wiggly in its beautiful shining red translucence, right next to where my brother's maniacally fussy mother-in-law will sit. I smile pleasantly across the table at her, sipping my (~4th) glass of wine, barely able to contain my amusement as she attempts to contain her displeasure.
This year, I am also adding pig candy to my culinary repertoire. Just for the name, of course.
Ah, the holidays.