Farewell Fatso Health

A Thanksgiving Favorite: Cranberry-Orange Relish

 

Thanksgiving steeped in tradition, with food and family at the forefront. So many memories shared around the dinner table. One of my favorite accompaniments to my mother’s savory, rich corn bread dressing has always been cranberry sauce.

When I became serious about my health and cooking, I decided it was time to ditch the canned cranberry sauce and make my very own. For the past several years, my Cranberry-Orange Relish has earned a spot on our family’s Thanksgiving table.

With Thanksgiving just a week away, I want to share my recipe with you. It’s super simple, bursting with flavor, and only uses four ingredients. Perhaps it will become a favorite with your family too.

 


Cranberry-Orange Relish
Tangy, sweet and bursting with flavor this relish is memorable

Ingredients
2 (12-ounce) packages cranberries, fresh
1 orange, zested and juiced
1 cup sugar
1 cinnamon stick

Directions
Put all the ingredients into a saucepan over medium heat and simmer until the cranberries burst and the sauce thickens, about 15 to 20 minutes. Serve at room temperature or cool and refrigerate. Remove the cinnamon stick before serving.

Chrisetta Mosley

Chrisetta Mosley

I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!