My favorite is homemade, but I don’t mind the canned whole berry cranberry sauce. It’s the jellied cranberry sauce that I don’t get.
This sounds Monty Python-worthy.
I made cranberry sauce once. Once. My daughters were outraged. Where’s the cranberry sauce? Right there. Nooooo! That’s not cranberry sauce! Cranberry sauce is a cylinder with ridges on it! They are traditionalists. I have been advised in no uncertain terms that holiday meals must be the same every year. I usually sneak in one additional new item, which is usually acknowledged, sampled, and then ignored.
Homemade. The real question is whole berry or strained? I prefer whole berry, but jellied is okay.
Cranberry relish is unpleasant.
It’s the Dope so I’m sure homemade will win but those of us in the real world liked the canned stuff.
I do like cranberries in other things. It a good ingredient. But cranberry sauce comes in a can.
I may be coming over to your house for thanksgiving.
shrug It could be because I grew up in an ethnically Polish family, so our Thanksgivings weren’t exactly the same as a traditional American one, but nobody in the family, except my brother, really liked the jellied stuff in a can. Like I said, the pourable, whole berry stuff in a can–yeah, that was acceptable. The cranberry jello? Not so much. I just thought I hated cranberries until I discovered the canned stuff doesn’t have to be molded, and, then, much later, found how easy it is to make yourself.
But, yeah, Thanksgiving is one of those traditions where you really shouldn’t mess with the food and everyone’s expectations. If everyone is expecting cranberry jell-o, provide that, and perhaps supplement it with homemade stuff.
Between the yelling at the cranberries and mocking of the gravy, what kind of loud, rude Thanksgiving IS THIS!!?
The key to firm cranberry sauce is simple: make it a day or two in advance and refrigerate it. The canned stuff is terrible. Homemade is so easy, I don’t see why everyone doesn’t do it.
If you make it on T-Day, it’s going to be runny.
When my wife and I got married my aunt, Cyn, told her, “Be careful around the holidays. My nephew is a slave to tradition. Once you do something you’ll have to keep doing it every year after.”
So yeah, canned all the way.
Canberries.
I dunno, it sounds like fun to me! 
If there had been a “both” option I would’ve voted that way. I love cranberries in any form. But I went with the canned option. There’s just something about the way it slides out of the can and perfectly keeps its shape.
I like homemade with the meal and a can of the jellied stuff to slice for turkey sandwiches. Best of both worlds 
No one I know serves the canned stuff.
Making cranberry sauce is the easiest part of the meal. And you’re supposed to make it at least a day in advance, so no excuse that you’re too busy with the other stuff (no pun intended) on T-Day.
For those of us who like the canned stuff, I don’t think the “ease” of homemade actually changes anything. I don’t like canberries because they are easy. I like them because I like them.
Homemade, of course…canned is cranberry JELLY not sauce.
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Looks like they’re calling it jellied sauce.
You can use your own definition if it suits you. Everyone, including you, know exactly what I’m talking about when I say canned cranberry sauce, so communication is well established.
Since so many have emphasized the ease of making cranberry sauce, this bears repeating. Actually, I’m currently making this years batch of canned cranberry sauce, and it is actually a pretty lengthy process. I had to boil the craberries, filter out the skins and seeds the concentrate to about 1/8 of the original volume. It’s messy and tedious, but this way I get what I want at Thanksgiving dinner and any one that wants to get snooty about their nutmeg-orange-zest ooze can shove it up their ass. I know for damned sure they didnt put half the effort into theirs that I did into mine.
Tinned. But the whole-berry sauce, not the jellied stuff.
Homemade apple-cranberry sauce (with a little sherry for zing). When I was young, someone would always put out the jellied stuff from the can…I was always too scared to touch it.