As y’all read my piece on Concord grapes regularly this time of year, I tried it out today. My only aunt is in surgery at the moment but while I anxiously await word, several years ago she took me, my husband and his parents to a Concord grape vineyard to see the amazing mechanical harvester that uses grape-friendly beaters.
I took a photo of the Concord rootstock and framed and hung it last month. It is my childhood. I framed three, I call the Greens. One of a lumber mill in Vermont that had a workbench like my grandfather made and is in my aunt’s garage. Another of Concord rootstock, that gnarly wood that makes these grapes impermeable to weather. The last and brightest is of a tributary to Canadaway Creek, says dear Ruthie, a neighbor decades ago and we’ve recently been in touch.
While I await the news I know my husband has a company dinner tonight and I’m on my own so went for a late afternoon lunch across the street. What did I see? A great jar filled with vodka, lemongrass and halved Concord grapes! They poured me a teaspoon to taste but it was just put up yesterday so it was harsh. Three weeks from now, whatever cocktail Nick comes up with will be great.
Concord grapes are local and don’t ship well. I miss them so much. He gave me ten of them in a bowl and I taught the staff How to Eat a Concord Grape, my most sought-after post here. Heaven.
Thank you Nick, Thanks Eatery, and pulverize that lemongrass next time! Love all y’all,
Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I bough some beautiful green grapes in Paris. They tasted completely different than the green grapes at home. You could tell that wine comes from grapes, just from tasting those. They did have seeds, which took me by surprise. But so delicious.
So glad you’re enjoying your trip while I’m dealing with “issues” back home! D