(*Photo of the Month)
They’re called highbush cranberries, though they are not
cranberries at all. We stumbled across the bright little fruits on a roadside
one early fall day, took a sprig to ID them, then noted them again in a couple
other marshy areas. Finally, we determined to get back to those spots later and
do some harvesting – “shopping in the woods” as we like to call it – which Gail
and I did last weekend with my sister and nephew.
A member of the honeysuckle family, they grow on shrubs 6-16
feet high and provide a winter-long food source for birds, though for some
reason tend to be among the last berries eaten. As a result they can also be
harvested long into winter, sometimes the more easily spotted in snowcover. And
though not related to true cranberries, they taste amazingly like them made
into sauces, syrup, jelly or juice, rich in vitamin C. Curiously, they give off
a strange and unpleasant odor when being cooked, though one would never know it
with the finished product; also interesting are their heart-shaped seeds, which
Gail could not resist arranging photogenically on a paper towel.
So now the sauce is cooked up, canned, and awaiting the
Thanksgiving table next month, one more thing among the myriad for which to be
grateful.
“And the earth yielded grass, herbs yielding
seed after
their kind, and trees bearing fruit,
with its seed in it, after their kind; and
God
saw that it was good.” (Genesis 1:12)
So did we.
~~RGM, October 19, 2013
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