I didn't think I'd be 8 months pregnant climbing onto the hood of our old Willys Jeep to go grape picking...but then again, I didn't think we had a backyard LACED with concord grapes begging to be plucked and simmered and spread all over some yummy bread. SO climb and pluck I did...my very content grape tester Jack lent me his bucket, and before you know it, we had picked 20lbs of grapes.
Then we headed to Sweet Berry Farm for some raspberry picking so we could make some sort of raspberry/grape jam. When I get into something, I get INTO it. So we were on a fruit pickin' mission.
I didn't think I'd be 8 months pregnant climbing onto the hood of our old Willys Jeep to go grape picking...but then again, I didn't think we had a backyard LACED with concord grapes begging to be plucked and simmered and spread all over some yummy bread. SO climb and pluck I did...my very content grape tester Jack lent me his bucket, and before you know it, we had picked 20lbs of grapes.
Then we headed to Sweet Berry Farm for some raspberry picking so we could make some sort of raspberry/grape jam. When I get into something, I get INTO it. So we were on a fruit pickin' mission.
60 jars of raspberry/grape jam later, it was time to celebrate with something that wouldn't stain our lips red...
-Chasing Grapes and Berries, Bradley
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