Day before yesterday neighbor Phyllis brought me a paper grocery bag half full (11.5 pounds) of grapes off the vines in her yard. Well the old waste not want not feeling kicked in so I set about to make jam yesterday morning. Starting around 10am and finishing last night after 11pm I am here to declare I’m glad grape ain’t my favorite flavor because it is a pain in the butt to make. 

The prep time with the grapes to be cleaned up and taken off the stems was the first clue that I wasn’t going to like the project.

Next the instructions said to place the grape between your thumb and index finger, squeeze the insides into one pan and place the empties skin in another.

I now swear that I have picked Blueberries that were bigger than these grapes.  I won’t bore you with the next steps.  I’m trying to remove them from my memory right now

No amount of anticipation of their flavor could equal to the work that is involved in prepping them to even start cooking the jam. 

This morning I put all the pots, bowls, measuring cups and assorted utensils away and have only to mop the kitchen floor.  Then all that will be left is 20 half pints of jam to go to the food room and the jobs not done yesterday to do today.

An update on my jobs to do before the third are as follows.
The yard has been cut (front and back).
The brush pile has been burned.
Brandy’s haircut is set up for next Tuesday.
There is also 31 half pints of raspberry jam that was made on Monday.

So now you know why I haven’t been around.  There is still much to be accomplished so I leave now to take the next step!