You know how every once in a while (hopefully!) you have one of those days where it seems like everything goes wrong, where you just shouldn’t have gotten out of bed? Well, recently I had one of those days!!
My husband loves grapes. He has brought up the idea of having a grape vine in our backyard for years. I like grapes, so I thought it would be okay until the other day.
My sweet hubby took the kids (and gave me an afternoon to myself!) to go to a friend’s house to pick grapes from their beautiful vine that gracefully cascades over their garage and down the sides. They planned to pick enough so I could make juice.
I have never made grape juice before, but felt up to the challenge. It took four of us an hour and a half to pick those juicy, deliciously red-purple sweets from the vines.
A friend told me to bring them just to a boil and then let them simmer for an hour. I filled a large stock pot and turned on the heat. After a while the juice began to flow and I had a simmering pot of deliciousness filling my home with the sweetest aroma.
While they were simmering, I decided to look up how to make grape juice online. I found great suggestions, but one thing I realized I hadn’t done was blend them before I began cooking. I looked at my huge pot and decided it might help them emit more juice if I just blended them a little.
Bad idea. Isn’t putting a boiling liquid in a sealed container a Cooking 101 no-no?
So, I proceeded to fill my blender (half-full, thankfully!) with those steaming hot, purple grapes. Did I mention they were purple? Dark purple. I secured the lid and continued to hold it on as I usually do. Then I reached for the puree button and…KABOOM!
Those grapes exploded all over the entire room over a fifteen foot radius. My daughter and I had grapes dripping all over us literally from head to toe.
It would have been funny, I think, except those grapes were stinkin’ hot!! We dashed for the bathtub where I wiped down my daughter’s arms and legs. Thankfully, very thankfully, she wasn’t burned. I got a minor burn on my arm, but nothing serious.
Then I went back into the kitchen. Oy vey! I wasn’t planning on redecorating my kitchen.
What can I say? Dumb. Very dumb. But at least no one was hurt.
Did you ever have one of those days? Oh wait, it wasn’t over yet.
As I was cleaning those delectable, luscious purple grapes from my walls, microwave, toaster oven, counters, oven, fridge, floors, cabinets, windows, etc., I noticed a dark reddish-purple chunk in the sink. I noted in my mind how the shape was like a pumpkin seed. Oh well. I scooted it right into the garbage disposal with the rest of the grape debris.
As I turned it on I heard CLINK, CLANK, CLINK, CLINK! Uh oh. I looked in the disposal and didn’t see anything. Oh well, whatever it was wasn’t important. Or so I thought.
It wasn’t until we sat down for dinner that I noticed my pear-shaped garnet was missing from my ring. I could just hear that clinking sound in my mind. I ground it up in the garbage disposal. Oh, yes, I really did. At least we know our disposal works great.
What a day.
After all that, I still had a large pot of grapes, slowly dripping their tasty juices through a sieve. It took until the next day to be done with those grapes.
Did I mention we’re not getting a grape vine?