Sunday, September 21, 2014
Such a generous grapevine. The Roger’s Red is the first harbinger of spring, its soft green buds promising the end of winter. And all summer long, its massed leaves – perfectly formed, stereotypical-looking “grape leaf” leaves – form a cascade of greenery that simply shouts “summer day.”
Then in fall, that perfect green waterfall of leaves turns into a glorious wall of fire – their last blazing gift before winter dark.
Over the years, as they grew and matured, I would notice little dried up sprigs of grapes here and there and thought, since they’re supposed to be a native, their fruiting was sparse and inedible. So I paid them no mind.
Then this year, while poking around , head under the tumbling leaves and vines doing a little pruning, I was shocked to see this, lots and lots of this:
So it was grab a bucket time, call a friend and together we harvested 4-6 of these:
And since the grapes are quite small and mostly skin and seed, utilizing all that surprise bounty meant this:
Some washing, some prep time snipping and sorting and out came this:
Intense. Very, very intense. And tart. Very tart. Even cut with water, well, it was a rich-on-the-tongue vintage year indeed. To your good health. L’chaim!
Thank you Mr. Red.
Posted by Churadogs at 6:07 AM