About the only traditional thing about this year's Thanksgiving dinner was the token appearance of a decorative turkey. (This one is made from a pinecone I harvested on my walk to work.)
Despite its unconventional menu (everything from mushroom dumplings to pickled beet + radish salad), the celebration was festive and fun. Wine helps.At one point I went to the kitchen to find more, and stood for awhile in front of the fridge, confused.
"Is this the wine, in this Coke bottle?" I called to the dining room. (People here decant their home-brew into whatever container is at hand.)
"No," said Patrice's perplexed guest (visiting from Bulgaria). "That's... Coke."
"Weird."
We finally located the wine (under the table, in a pear soda bottle) and the party continued, all of us thankful for the fruits of Georgian vines.
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