Yesterday, I helped harvest grapes. The vines overhanging the backyard pattio were covered in ripe grapes and our new friends (& landlords) invited us to pluck grapes until our knucles bled. We filled a laundry basket's worth of grapes!
As expected, shennanigans ensued.
Enzo missed Chris...who was inside the house working on a paper.
Grapes were boiled and the jars were sterilized. Tomorrow, when the jars cool, the juice should turn to jelly. Sounds suspiciously magical to me.
The evening ended with the company of our neighbors (Les, the moviestar/minister, and his wife Obeata), a delicious Italian meal and home-made apple pie and sangria. De-lishhh.
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Her knuckles are still bleeding - and she's got more work to do because the jelly didn't jellify.
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