When I was 9, I spent the summer at my grandparents house. If you ever wanted to see how a backyard could be turned into a beautiful edible garden ... you should have seen my grandpa's back yard. The back fence was covered in the beautiful vines from concord grapes. The trees I would climb were delicious apple, pear, and peach trees. The garden was full rows of corn as tall as grandpa, tomatoes, strawberries, and all sorts of other farmer's market deliciousness! Once it was picked, grandma canned it.
My two favorites were canned pears - grandma would pour cream over them, and the canned grape juice. I loved the sound of the lip seal breaking - the pop that meant something yummy was about to be served!
The grapes are memorable to me - I would eat them off the vine (seeds and all!), and my tongue would turn deep purple. There was the time when the goldfish died ... and I buried him in the soil of the grape vines, with a rock-marker that had my poetic eulogy scribbled in crayon. Then there was the grape juice --- the delicious grape juice!
So when I saw the grapes out on the vine, I knew there was something I needed to make!
2 comments:
WOW beautiful colors! Um.. never made or had someone else I know make grape juice. Was it way hard?
Beautiful pics of it anyway =)
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...yummy. I also LOVE bottle grape juice!
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