Lyndsey and I spent the afternoon rinsing grapes, stuffing the juicer, smashing them down, filling up jars and before I knew it, I had a bakers dozen. Although, due to the multiplicity of vines, my grape juice starts at a very deep concord purple, and gradually grew to a light cherry-purple. So no two jars are the same. It will make for some true variety.
As it turns out, Lyndsey also canned peaches and apple sauce. We both felt this strange sense of productivity that we were creating our own stock of food from something we found outside. It's quite exhilarating. So thanks must go out to Tom, for chopping his vine so thin that the few grapes that made it weren't worth juicing to him. And to Suzi, who let me come over and pillage her crop. And to Lyndsey, who let my kid run around her house while I stocked up some antioxidants for my family.
