I'm not going to lie, I never drank German bubbles before but mixed with fresh peach juice how bad could it be. At least that was my original thinking when I decided to hand my home guests bellinis to drink. An Italian classic, perfect for this warm summer night. Sweet and bubbly and sticky the drink perhaps wasn't the best choice for the new table.
I wasn't interested in having a table but my wife thought it proper. When my sister's table needed a new home how could I say no.
It is a beautiful sturdy table. Compact enough for the two of us but able to grow with the needs of the family. It's a great antique table. Recently refinished, the wood sparklers. At first glance it's hard to see the generations of space that has been shared around that table.
Watching as my guest interacted with the table, the tipsy scattering of champagne bottle and sticky juice, the disregard for coasters it all became clear. I had taken on a table. New to German sparkling wine wasn't the only recent change in my life, I had a table to tend to.
I wasn't interested in having a table but my wife thought it proper. When my sister's table needed a new home how could I say no.
It is a beautiful sturdy table. Compact enough for the two of us but able to grow with the needs of the family. It's a great antique table. Recently refinished, the wood sparklers. At first glance it's hard to see the generations of space that has been shared around that table.
Watching as my guest interacted with the table, the tipsy scattering of champagne bottle and sticky juice, the disregard for coasters it all became clear. I had taken on a table. New to German sparkling wine wasn't the only recent change in my life, I had a table to tend to.
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