For the past several years, my mother painstakingly and artistically bakes a Thanksgiving cornucopia out of bread, which serves as a charming vessel for crudités, more bread (how meta), and a variety of other delights.

By the time Thanksgiving has ended, the cornucopia has hardened, and, if coated with polyurethane, can live on in perpetuity in a parental closet with the other novelty seasonal centerpieces.

Rather than do this, however, I decided this year to carve off the end of the cornucopia and re-purpose it as a musical instrument. I am hoping to eventually release an album in collaboration with Zamfir: Master of the Pan Flute.

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