Wen-Chia Parker and I both took photos of these bunches of grapes from the central grape arbor in the Garden. Her photo turned out so much better (another "I-phone vs. Blackberry" where the I-phone wins.) This is her photo, easy to tell the difference because it's in focus....
It's ironic that this is the second Concord grape, a cutting off the first one - this plant has well outstripped its parent plant and has these bunches of grapes - the ones that are left after the ones we harvested and walked through the Garden munching on. Concord grapes, the quintessential AMERICAN grape, bursts a sweetness into your mouth that fairly screams "I am a GRAPE!" and then the tartness, some would say bitterness of that purple skin. I love the whole bite all the way through - except for the seeds. I grew up on jelly made from Concord grapes (now that's a messy job!) and grape jelly is still a huge treat for me. Maybe next year we'll have enough to make jelly?
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