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Grape Season

Sandra Tayler's Journal

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A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

Grape Season

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When you plant a dozen tiny grape sprouts in the ground, they do not much look like a hedge of vines. Then when you have to baby them through the summer and three quarters of them die anyway, it is discouraging. But there comes a time six or seven summers later when huge vines threaten to over take the maple tree and have killed a bush by sneakily twining inside it and stealing all the sunshine. Those huge vines hide so many grapes that you stand in your kitchen, after having washed, plucked, smashed, cooked, and strained grapes all day long, yet there are still as many grapes still on the vines as you brought in the house. Then you wonder why on earth you planted so many grape plants. But it is hard to picture that day when they are tiny. Of course you’re also going to have grape jelly for the entire rest of the year, so there’s that.

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  • If these are Concords, there is also grape pie.
  • Sounds like Concord grapes. Which are cut in half, seeded, (which is tedious but oh so worth it), layered and baked.
    I can give you the recipe if you like, it was my grandmother's.
  • We make grape pie as well! It specifically calls for concord grapes. You slip the skins off, cook the pulp, remove the seeds with a food mill, then add the skins back in our version. I can get the recipe if you'd like it!
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