We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
That is my grandmother's recipe. I would help her make it in the days before food processors. Think of one of this heavy metal mills that bolt to a table, and crank and crank and crank. It did make for a lovely consistency rather than the puree from a processor.
The no-cook cranberry relish is the greatest. I remember hand-grinding it for my mother. It goes SO well with turkey.
One year I invited a friend from Argentina for Thanksgiving. He refused to try my mother's no-cook cranberry relish. When I wrote about his refusal to his English teacher in Argentina- a New Hampshire native- her reply was that showed he was from a Third World country. Decades later, I wasn't the only one who remembered his refusing to eat the cranberry relish- my sister brought it up.