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September 10, 2007
An abundance of grapes
Before I begin, I have to mention that I no longer think the orange thing in my garden is a pumpkin after all (in my earlier blog entry). It looked like a pumpkin and it smelled like a pumpkin, but all is not what it seems. As I mentioned, there's also a deep green oval shaped pumpkin out there among the weeds, so I suspect they are not on the same vine. When I have some time, I have to find the base(s) of the plants to see what's actually going on there in the garden!

Otherwise, I picked 29 pounds of concord grapes early Saturday morning with my husband, before the yellow jackets came out -- all in under 45 minutes. I've never seen so many. When we got back, I put two big empty bowls and a chair under a tree so I could talk with him while I separated the skins from the pulp. Just in the nick of time, my neighbor Melissa dropped in, pulled up a chair and helped me to separate the 4 quarts of grapes. While we talked, I offered her some of the grapes still in the house and she took them home to make grape jelly. I went on to make 14 half-pints of jam. It was 92 degrees on Saturday -- sort of hot to be standing over a pot of boiling jam and a water bath canner for a couple of hours, but the end result -- the purple-black jam -- made it well worth the effort. There were purple stains everywhere -- in the sink, in the blender, in the processor, on the countertop, covering my hands and nails. A strong grape scent filled the house and lasted through this morning.
I separated the remainder of the grapes into 1-quart bags and gave them away at my church yesterday. This is the time of year when parishoners, overburdened with tomatoes and squash, share the extra vegetables from their gardens. You never know what you'll come home with. The biggest jar of jam went into an already-loaded gift bag for my dad's 75th birthday yesterday. I don't know what I love more about homemade jam -- a spoonful on a Ritz with cheese -- or the smile it elicits when you hand over a jar to someone who really appreciates it.
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Separating the skins from the pulp? I was thinking with jam, the grapes would be cooked whole? Although then I don't know how you get the seeds out without straining out the pulp that makes it jam and not jelly.
Man, that must be a lot of work. I slave over my Mom's piccalilli recipe each year, and the ratio of work to jars of piccalili is very large. I can't imagine separating the skin from each grape for preserves.