I will admit that, in my youth, I didn't fully appreciate when my younger brother watched Mr. Rogers. However, all that changed when Eldest Son was a wee lad and his speech therapist insisted that we no longer let him watch Sesame Street. (The pace was too frantic; the characters used poor grammar and diction.) Instead, she recommended Mr. Rogers.
His presence in our home in the afternoons added a soothing predictability to our routine. Boring person that I am, I found the peaceful repetitiveness of his program quite nice to watch. And I even learned a thing or two along the way.
Plus, Mr. Rogers was just so NICE.
Since the anti-cranberry diatribes inspired me to make the four different sauces/relishes pictured below, who knows what I'll be inspired to do now?
The cranberry section of our Thanksgiving buffet