Ok....
To keep things updated.
After a lot of crushing and excoriating pressure was applied. Squeezing beyond prudence
I got 12 Oz of juice.
And I made one pint of jelly.
I got to lick the pan and rubber spatula.
I had forgotten.....
How freaking good scratch grape jelly was. It's simply amazing. Even from my poor grapes....it's just absolutely ridiculously amazing. Makes you want to slap somebody for giving you Smuckers or Welche's for all those years.
PB&J never knew what hit it.
It's been over 20 years....probably over 30 since Grandpa had his garden and told me to have those grapes as he didn't want to mess with them. (I gave him a jar too)
I filled a large ice chest with the grapes and took them back to my townhouse and bought a bunch of jars (quart and pint) and filled most of them.
Then gave away the jelly to everyone including my Sister-in-law for my nieces.
She called me a year later....told me she would pay ANYTHING if I could give her another jar of jelly. Apparently my nieces were on a jam and jelly boycott because nobody made it as good as Uncle John.
Yeah....she was so pissed at me for hearing about how uncle John made everything better. From breakfast eggs, gingerbread houses, and even grape jelly.
Heard she slapped her sister for divorcing me 10 years later for no other reason than she knew her sister was just dumb. Throwing away a perfectly wonderful chef. She was as angry as the rest of her family for it too. Sokay....I got a wife and family that is better these days. Made all of my AND my father's dreams come true of happy family get-togethers and holidays...
Like having a fruit and nut farm and making grape jelly, scratch breakfast sausage patties, and homemade bread for the breakfast table.
It's stuff so good with the love that you could cry for being a part of it all.