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Cranberry Wild Rice -- The Side Dish That Holds the Table Together

March 2021. I am 62 years old, retired from the Postal Service, my days now belong to me and the smoker and Rosetta and the slow unfolding of a life without a mailbag. The week arrived the way weeks arrive in Orange Mound — carried by the rhythm of morning coffee and evening porch-sitting and the steady, patient work of being present in a life that doesn\'t require grand gestures to feel meaningful. Thanksgiving 2021 — full table again.

Naomi is growing the way all Johnson children grow — fast, loudly, and with opinions that exceed her vocabulary. She is 1 year and 1 months and every week brings a new word, a new gesture, a new expression that reminds me of Marcus at that age or Angela's calm or, in certain moments — a tilt of the head, a stubborn set of the jaw — Denise, always Denise, present in the DNA, present in the grandchild who carries the family forward. Mama at the Whitehaven facility, navigating her days between clarity and confusion, the fog thicker than it was last year but parting sometimes for moments of the Pearlie Mae I know — sharp, funny, the woman who raised five children on a maid's wages and a factory worker's paycheck and never once let us think we were poor. I visit, I hold her hand, I tell her about the grandchildren, and she listens with whatever part of her is here, and the part that is here is enough.

I smoked a turkey this week — brined, rubbed, and smoked over hickory at 275, the familiar protocol that I've refined over decades until it runs on muscle memory and intuition rather than thermometers and timers. The turkey emerged golden and glistening, the skin tight and crackled, the breast meat moist from the brine, and the whole bird carrying the deep, honest flavor of hickory smoke that no oven can replicate.

The week ended on the porch, as most weeks do — Rosetta and me, the evening settling over Orange Mound like a hymn that doesn\'t need words. The smoker cooling in the backyard. The house quiet but full. The life continuing, low and slow, the way Uncle Clyde taught me, the way I am teaching whoever comes next. The fire doesn\'t stop. It never has. It never will.

A bird smoked low and slow over hickory needs a table around it worthy of the effort — and after years of Thanksgiving spreads in Orange Mound, I’ve learned that the sides are what fill the silence between bites in the best possible way. This cranberry wild rice has been on our table long enough to feel like family; it’s got the earthiness to stand up to smoke, the brightness of the cranberries to cut through the richness of the bird, and enough color to make the whole spread look like something Rosetta and I are proud to set out. When the house is full again and Mama’s name is in the room even if she can’t be at the table, this is the kind of dish that holds everything together.

Cranberry Wild Rice

Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 55 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 10 minutes | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 2 cups wild rice blend, rinsed
  • 4 cups low-sodium chicken broth
  • 1 cup dried cranberries
  • 1 medium yellow onion, diced
  • 3 stalks celery, sliced
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1/2 cup pecans, roughly chopped and toasted
  • 1/4 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
  • 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika
  • Zest of 1 orange

Instructions

  1. Toast the rice. In a large, heavy-bottomed saucepan over medium heat, melt butter with olive oil. Add the rinsed wild rice blend and stir for 2–3 minutes until the grains are lightly toasted and fragrant.
  2. Sweat the aromatics. Add the diced onion and celery to the pot. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes until softened. Add the minced garlic and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
  3. Simmer the rice. Pour in the chicken broth and add the salt, pepper, and smoked paprika. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low. Cover and cook for 45–50 minutes, until the rice is tender and most of the liquid is absorbed. Check at the 40-minute mark and add a splash of broth if needed.
  4. Add the cranberries. In the last 10 minutes of cooking, stir in the dried cranberries, replace the lid, and let them plump in the steam.
  5. Finish and fold. Remove from heat. Fold in the toasted pecans, fresh parsley, thyme, and orange zest. Taste and adjust salt as needed.
  6. Rest and serve. Let the rice sit uncovered for 5 minutes before serving. It can be plated alongside smoked turkey or spooned directly from the pot — either way, it holds its own.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 285 | Protein: 8g | Fat: 10g | Carbs: 44g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 310mg

Earl Johnson
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Earl Johnson
Week 260 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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