Cranberry Sauce - In Progress
The house smells like cinnamon.
It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and I’m making cranberry sauce. Alone. This isn’t a tradition of my childhood. It’s a tradition with roots in both the Internet and the material world.
Let me explain.
I have an adopted family. It’s called WetLeather, and it’s a community of people who love motorcycles (of all flavors) and food. In the spring of 1998, I decided — out of the blue (“midlife crisis” whispered my east coast friends and family) — that I wanted a motorcycle. In the process of teasing out that desire, I discovered an Internet mailing list: geeks who ride and like to cook. WetLeather. We’re scattered across the country, although the core is in the NorthWet (hence the name).
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