The cranberry conundrum: whole berry sauce or jellied?
Revisiting a cranberry catastrophe and asking for your opinion
Revisiting a story originally published November 2022
For much of my life, I thought cranberries at Thanksgiving were enjoyed in two primary ways: as cranberry sauce and as the star ingredient in a cake-like bread. I grew up enjoying the sauce made from the recipe on the Ocean Spray bag. Years ago, recently married and eager to serve my husband and three stepchildren a fine Thanksgiving meal, I committed a serious turkey day cranberry crime.
Before I tell you about the crime, I need you to answer one simple question:
Feel free to explain your selection in the comments.
You might find the following facts about cranberries and cranberry sauce to be of interest. Most historians think cranberry sauce was absent from the first Thanksgiving in Plymouth, MA, just a bit more than an hour’s drive away from my home. It’s not mentioned in primary sources that describe the meal, and sugar was scarce at that time. An early cranberry sauce recipe appears in the 1796 edition of The Art of Cookery by Amelia Simmons. The same book also tells you how to dress a turtle, make boiled flour pudding, and bake “diet bread” (which curiously contains a pound of sugar and nine eggs that need to be beaten for an hour).
In the US, we consume 80 million pounds of cranberries during Thanksgiving week, and that’s 20% of the 400 million pounds we enjoy annually. Approximately 200 cranberries are used to make a can of sauce, according to Ocean Spray.
For the first Thanksgiving with my new family, I planned a traditional menu: turkey and gravy, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, crescent rolls, and cranberry sauce. I suggested making the cranberry sauce from scratch and was advised by said family to buy it. And by the way, a Bon Appetit tasting panel has concurred that homemade isn’t worth the effort.
Back to my crime. I spooned the jellied cranberry sauce out of the can and— horrors—stirred it up. The pretty bowl did not save the jiggly, but now amorphous, victim.
Totally, totally wrong. I ruined it. The proper method, I quickly learned at the dinner table that day, is to extrude the jiggly substance right out of the can and slice it like bread. Put it on a pretty plate if you must. That’s it. The cylinder and sliced pucks shall not be adulterated.
According to landmark cranberry research, 73% of Americans prefer their cranberry sauce jellied in the shape of the can and 54% of Americans serve their sauce sliced along the ridges made by the can.
Since then, I’ve canned the idea of making my own cranberry sauce and haven’t been bogged down trying to make the jellied sauce look less extruded.

The penance for my crime, committed 24 years ago, has been never to speak ill of the jelly.
I’ve since learned that there are serving pieces—prized wedding gifts—specifically designed for the elegant presentation of jellied cranberry sauce slabs:

I’ve also discovered that a handful of artists have voted with their palette when it comes to their cranberry sauce:
This watercolor is nearly sold out on Etsy:
However you are consuming cranberries this season, I wish you a harmonious and enjoyable time around the table with people you love.
My Aunt and Uncle operated a cranberry bog down the Cape and would give my Mom fresh cranberries every year to make fresh cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving which of course she did. You cannot know how much better homemade cranberry sauce is with fresh picked cranberries! Canned? Not when you can get fresh berries! Happy Thanksgiving!
Having reached the grand old age of 85, I can recall many Thanksgivings when my mom opened a can of the jellied cranberry sauce. I was ten years old when we moved from Rhode Island to Los Angeles. This brand new. big city opened many new food adventures for my mom, fresh whole cranberries being one of them. From then on, it was homemade cranberry sauce with fresh cranberries. The fun part of cooking fresh cranberries is listening to them pop as they begin to cook. Soon after the first pop, I could hear multiple pop pop pops as the cranberries cooked. From the perspective of a 10-year-old, that seemed like a lot of fun. Now I can't imagine opening a can of cranberry sauce and missing out on the familiar and comforting pops as the cranberries cook. Of course, I fell in love with them early on and have vowed never to abandon them on Thanksgiving!