The grapes have been patiently waiting for me. After Himrod, our wonderful eating grape, all got eaten by the birds before I could get the nets on, I have been keeping a watchful eye on the other vines.
Finally I picked, and now I am making juice. Last year we made wine, not particularly successfully. Initial tastings of "Albie's Feet" were not pleasant. Sharp and acrid. Not sure if a few years will help that along or not?
But I made some jars of juice which we have loved. So this year I decided, no wine, just juice.
So far, I have done the Pinot Noir and the Pinot Gris. Only Sauvignon Blanc to go.
|Packed bottles after processing in the waterbath|
My poor flat smells of mushrooms, which isn't as nice as smelling of wine. I have been drying my pickings in the oven and the dehydrator.
|Mushrooms growing in our orchard|
|What will I do with all these?|
|And more from the roadside!|