That nostalgia is real. One year I made my cranberry sauce as usual, but after it finished cooking I poured it into a clean metal can and let it set in the fridge just so it would have those grooves on it. Once it had set completely, I cut the bottom out of the can and pushed it out onto the serving plate and sliced it, just like the cranberry sauce of my childhood.
I can understand the nostalgia, but cant participate in this instance. I have a visceral reaction to processed foods. Growing up my mother always bought the worst products. Velveeta and Kraft singles, white bread, miracle whip, canned mushrooms, veggies, cranberries, etc... I grew up thinking food was simply disgusting and since discovering that food is actually good, I dont want to ever go back.
Thanksgiving Day twerkey, just like grandma used to make.
