Yes, it's weird. But it's our tradition

Every family has at least one Thanksgiving tradition. Maybe grandpa always carves your turkey.

Ours? We ceremoniously open a can of cranberry sauce. We plop it out on a plate in one mass and laugh as it jiggles, still in the shape of the can.

It stems from an almost comical aversion to the stuff from some of my family members when I was a kid. (Personally, I don't mind it. I'll always eat a slice or two.)

But the tradition didn't actually start until I became an adult and moved thousands of miles away.

I guess distance makes the heart grow fonder.