November 26th, 2008
Recently we got to help our friends (The Cranman & Mrs. Cranman) harvest their cranberry bog on Washington’s Long Beach Peninsula. When I say we got to help, I mean that T-man (my hubby) worked - and I took photos. I’m no Mike Rowe, and I’m not really sure I can remember all the facts and info. Hope you can read at a third grade level… because that’s how it’s all in my head.
First the bogs are flooded. This is known as a “Wet Harvest”. The berries have already been paddled to loosen them off their vines (naughty crannies). Not even sure if they’re on vines. I’ll just call it a plant thingy. Cranberries that have gone through a wet harvest will end up being processed into drinks and cranberry-stuff-in-cans.
The cranberries are now almost ready for the trip to Ocean Spray.
I wasn’t allowed to take photos inside the warehouse (who knew cranberries were so James Bondish). In a cranshell… they were weighed, poured into a giggly thing, traversed on this belt thing and into a wiggly thing, then poured into crates and loaded onto a semi-truck. Destination unknown. Or maybe I DO know, and if I told you - then I’d have to kill you. To be on the safe side… destination unknown.
I was allowed to take photos in the “lab”. T-man and I got a thorough tour of how the crans are sampled and tested. Lots of big words chock-full of consonants that escape me now (curse you Mike Rowe for not being there). Color is checked, acid levels, this and that levels. Touched. Rolled. Squeezed. Blended (mmm… Cosmos).
I was really tempted to mark a cranberry with a marsh-pen… “HZ was here”. But I didn’t ONLY becuase I can’t write that small. So if you open a can of Ocean Spray cranberry jelly, and you hear that slurp-woosh-goosh sound as you free the jellied log-o-cranberry from it’s tin prison… that’s just the sound of me wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving and may you be showered like a rain of cranberries with many blessings! xoxo-m
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