Sure, I'll be the weirdo that defends canned cranberry sauce. It's the nostalgia. It harkens back to a younger, simpler time, where the family gathered around the table. The cranberry sauce had grooves imprinted on it like the good lord intended, we avoided the overcooked turkey at all costs, the pumpkin pie served primarily as a Cool Whip delivery device, and I didn't really understand what Ranma was so upset about, anyway.