giving thanks for better winesOur family gathering have featured a significant jump in quality and quantity in recent years. I have hazy memories of Cold Duck and Blue Nun as a child. But now we've been successful enough the last few years that the crew will gamely drink just about anything that brought to the festivities (with the exception of my brother-in-law's homemade mead, but that's another post). I think this year's theme is something along the lines of anything-but-chardonnay whites and yes-you-can-drink-red-with-turkey reds. Our Thanksgiving traditions have spilled over into Wednesday with a semi-traditional seafood feast -- mounds of fresh off the boat boiled shrimp, homemade smoked fish and oysters and lots of beer and wine but I trace everything back to the famous Chardonnay year about a decade ago. Dad, Uncle M., and I each managed to bring a case of mix and match chardonnays that everyone throughly enjoyed comparing and comparing and comparing. I ultimately spent the night with the neighbor's daughter kind of comparing, but from that point on everyone's been eager to share in the discovery of a new winery they've turned up during the year. Ultimately the ever-changing wine is a nice foil for the rarely changing foods. (And, yes, I actually like garlic cheese grits now, but that's another post, too).