I grew up with this grape-vine in the back yard. The next door neighbor (now over 100 years old) moved it to his yard when my parents didn't want it anymore. After a sudden summer storm Saturday, I went out and saw that the grapes were ripe and that the birds hadn't ravaged them as they usually do before mid-July. I couldn't resist. I filled a large bag with them. They taste different from other grapes sold in the supermarket and these have seeds. I shared with neighbors who happened to pass by and greet me. A young woman said they tasted bitter; her grandfather, a country boy, loved them and took a couple of handfuls of clusters I offered him. It is all about perspective. We have been spoiled by seedless products and forgotten the joy of DELICIOUS FREE FOOD growing in the back yard! These were the first grapes I remember eating and they taste just as I remember them. This year they are very sweet and what others might say is "bitter" is a small part of what I call "flavor".
Yummm!
ReplyDeleteI grew up with this grape-vine in the back yard. The next door neighbor (now over 100 years old) moved it to his yard when my parents didn't want it anymore.
ReplyDeleteAfter a sudden summer storm Saturday, I went out and saw that the grapes were ripe and that the birds hadn't ravaged them as they usually do before mid-July. I couldn't resist. I filled a large bag with them.
They taste different from other grapes sold in the supermarket and these have seeds. I shared with neighbors who happened to pass by and greet me. A young woman said they tasted bitter; her grandfather, a country boy, loved them and took a couple of handfuls of clusters I offered him.
It is all about perspective. We have been spoiled by seedless products and forgotten the joy of DELICIOUS FREE FOOD growing in the back yard!
These were the first grapes I remember eating and they taste just as I remember them. This year they are very sweet and what others might say is "bitter" is a small part of what I call "flavor".