Chateau de Walden -- Vintage 2011
After three years of devoted fiddling (one annual pruning if I happened to remember) with my found and neglected grapevine and losing only one bunch to critters this year, I am proud to present a portion of what amounted to a rather sizable harvest, now sitting in my refrigerator awaiting a determination of what to do with all these grapes. Having identified them as a concord, and not seedless, I can manage about four per sitting before deciding I wasn't that hungry. I reckon that's where the expression "sour grapes" originated. Looking in the phone book for someone named Manischewitz was fruitless (get it?), and no one has volunteered their feet to help in the process. Jelly would be the logical solution, but I have no jars and am fresh out of pectin. So I'm left to my own devices and certainly open to suggestions.
Like any dedicated vintner, I have recorded the progress of this year's bounty (somewhat romantically shown below), including a small but unhappy spider in the final shot who was not at all pleased to see the framework of his snare being disassembled, his attacks on my finger resulting in much flinching and withdrawal on my part, despite my distinct size advantage.