A neighbor of mine asked if we wouldn't mind her coming and picking some of the concord grapes off the vine that is on the border between our home and our neighbors. "No problem!" I said.
Well, we found some bottled, freshly squozen (is that a word?!?!) grape juice on our front porch this evening. And Holy Moly, it's TASTY.
So this is my shout-out to all of you. If you own a juicer, or just want some concord grapes, please come and pick to your hearts content. The neighbors are re-building and will be taking the fence down, which means this is the swan song for these grapes. Make them feel useful, that they've lived a long, productive life and enjoy the fruits of--well, not of my labor, because they simply just grew on their own! But come and enjoy them.
And, if you must, you can bring me a pint of your juice that you squeeze. I'll try my hardest not to object!
6 comments:
I love your blogs. They always put a HUGE smile on my face.
i'm really trying hard to think of another way to put squozen in a sentence.
wish you lived close enough that I could come and pick your grapes!
UMMMMMM... grapejuice.... LOVE IT!
Why do we have to live so far apart? That sounds delicious!
I want some grapes! Unfortunately I don't live by you, and I've never been to your house. Sounds yummy though!
Danged! If it weren't for the thousand or so miles that separate us, I'd be there!
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