I bought a bushel of pears last week, already plucked from trees for $11.50 and 56 pounds of concord grapes for .33c a pound, again, already gathered with the extra cents for "gas mileage" and "work" already added in.
Company came unexpectedly on Saturday. Sunday was out of the question for a number of reasons. So, three days after getting them, I knew I had to GET to them before it was too late.
Thank goodness for the hard-as-rocks pears because these grapes have been keeping me busy and my fingers (-and countertops and pots and sink) purple. 56 pounds goes pretty far if you ask me and my lonesome two-hands. (BTW-WHEN will my children be old enough to help me can??? I've heard "many hands make light work" but still am not sure if it is true....)
50 quarts of grape juice, canned. A pot of juice to be made into jelly tomorrow. A gallon of grape juice to drink now (we broke the "milk with dinner rule" for fresh, homemade grape juice JUST THIS ONCE) and a heaping fruit bowl of purple orbs stuck to vines sitting on the counter.
I was *THIS* close to tossing the last bit (which looked like not much in the bottom of the box but turned out to be a heaping bowl) in a fit of momentary exhaustion. I believe I said aloud "oh-it's only about $3.00 worth anyway". But the wiser me popped up again (just in time) to say "Well, maybe I will just sort the bad ones out really quick and let them sit until tomorrow when I am in a better frame of mind."
I did. And I am glad I did.
But I do NOT want to see another grape for the rest of the night.
Truth is, though, I fear they (and their purple stains) may haunt me in my dreams.