Anyway, yesterday was the first day that I didn't get in a full workout. And I felt it during this morning's, let me tell you. It's not like I have to have a reason to miss, but yesterday's was pretty good. It's time to start the process for wine making. My family doesn't have a big vineyard or make it for consumption of the outside world, but we have been making it for many, many years. I can remember many of the wine-making days of my childhood, where we spent more time running up and down the stairs than we did actually helping. It was always a big party, with various friends and family members helping pick the grapes from the stems and get them into the holding barrel. It's not been a great season for the grapes here, with it being so dry. So, instead of waiting for a Saturday when everyone could be there, we had to take care of things right away. And by we, I mean my dad and me. Don't worry, I took some pictures (with my phone).
We didn't have the 13 or 14 bushel I remember seeing as a child to pick thank goodness. We only had five, and Dad had already taken one down by the time I got there. This one has been Instagrammed, so it's extra fancy, the rest? Not so much.
While the picking was a family affair, cooking them off is not. It's something that the various men (Grandpa and Bob in my childhood, my dad and uncle today) do. Mostly it involves a lot of arguing about how we did it last year. When we were young, I remember sitting on the upstairs vent and listening to the good-hearted grumbling coming up from the basement.
I'm going to spend the evening watching the Olympic Opening Ceremonies! (And most of the weekend!) Hope you have a great one!