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Thanksgiving and the Earth at Our Feet
Dinner at American Flatbread in Burlington, VT, Monday was the most delicious and local pizzeria experience of my life. Walk in, catch a waft of heaven, and get greeted by a big, happy crowd, a bar full of yummy beers brewed out back, and a big poster advertizing the 25 bioregional farms that make the meal possible. No turkey. No pumpkin. Not a potato on the menu. But we enthusiastically chowed the melted neighborhood cheese topped with sizzling Vermont yak, ham, mushrooms, garlic, peppers, etc. As "authentic" as Thursday’s traditional victuals might have seemed, the pizza and amazing salads resembled the first Thanksgiving far better than the too-distant baloney that most Americans eat on T-day.
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