italian grapes

The Wrath of Grapes

Looking out of the kitchen window, I can see grape vines in the yard.  This neighbourhood in Toronto  had many Italians, as evidenced by the grapes vines  on metal structures that create canopies for porches, cars and backyards. Some are still maintained, and others left to fend for themselves. The vines that are visible from the kitchen window are fending for themselves and  doing quite well. There are an abundance of grapes – I’d venture to say a ridiculous amount.

The vines  have wrapped around the electrical wires that connect electricity to the house from the back lane. The wires are quite weighed down. As my friend is moving into an apartment today that actually opens into the backyard (mine does not), I thought I’d take the opportunity to go through her new place into the backyard. No problem, I thought, I’d  simply cut  back the vines on the wires to make sure we don’t end up running out of power the hard and dangerous way.

My first lesson about grape vines is that they are tough. Too tough to cut with the kitchen knife and scissors that I brought outside with me. The second lesson is that they wrap themselves around the things they are growing on in a very intricate fashion. They have wrapped their grapey tendrils, along with the vine itself, around the wires for about 10 feet. Around and around and around. This is not happening as I had planned.

Moving on to plan B – lighten the load. I start cutting the grapes from the vines, reasoning that at least this will lighten the weight on the wires. I think I got about 15 lbs of grapes off the vines. They’re sweet but sour, with seeds and of the wine variety, I think.
Here is what they look like on the counter:

italian grapes

Anyone know how to make wine? I probably have enough for a few bottles. Truly, I’m guessing. But if you have or can make wine, perhaps you can send me a message. I hate to waste food. It breaks my heart.