November 26th, 2008
Recently we got to help our friends harvest their cranberry bog on Washington’s Long Beach Peninsula. When I say we got to help, I mean that my hubby husband worked and I took photos.
First the bogs are flooded. This is known as a “wet harvest”. The berries have already been paddled to loosen them off their vines. Not even sure if they’re on vines. 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. In a nutshell… the cranberries were weighed, poured into a giggly thing, traversed on this belt and into a wiggly thing, then poured into crates and loaded onto a semi-truck. Destination unknown. I was allowed to take photos in the “lab”. My husband and I got a thorough tour of how the cranberries are sampled and tested. Lots of big words chock-full of consonants that escape me now. Color is checked, acid levels, this and that levels. Touched. Rolled. Squeezed. Blended.
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.
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