Sunday, September 2, 2012

I Pick, U~Pick

muscadine grapes

On a dreary Sunday afternoon with the berries of the season long gone, we decided to try our hand at picking grapes.
Off we went to the local U~Pick farm, a smallish parcel of land with rolling hills and a derelict looking cabin smack in the middle of it.
Chickens roamed freely around the cabin; roosting under the porch much as you could imagine them doing in the rural South.


Much to our surprise, their is an oversize type of grape that is indigenous to South Carolina and was able to be harvested.
Oversize with tough skins, these Muscadines were tasty but had pits in them which puts me off slightly regardless of flavor.
There's something so uncivilized in eating something where you are spitting pits out of the corner of your mouth.









Apparently there are still places that operate on the Honor System.


And in case people are unaffected by that, there is always a way to guilt them into owning up to what they took.


Since we passed about 9,999,999,999,999 churches on our way down and in the immediate area, I can imagine this system works quite well for the owners.


my son

Everyone got into picking the Muscadines and regular black grapes, including the curmudgeonly teen I call my son.
My daughter followed along until a bee landed on her shoulder, minding it's own business, and startled her so that she ran off faster than any of us knew she was capable of running.
In fact, we had to send the teen after her; at 17 he could hopefully outrun any of us older folk.
Besides, we had all been stuffing our faces full of grapes as we picked so we were a little weighted down.
Instead we watched the whole episode unfold like commentators at a sporting event.

my father in law

We eventually found her by the car in hysterics, the teen trying to comfort her as awkwardly as a 17 year old can as she ranted and raved about how she "hates nature".
We took it as a cue that our grape picking adventure was over and it was time to get on the road.
The haul was paid for and and a guilty soul or two may have slipped a few extra bucks into the Sin Bucket.
You know, in case "someone" {looks upward} was watching.


5 comments:

  1. So much fun picking your own grapes! They look delicious too.

    Madelief x

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  2. I love it - daughter that "hates nature" - sounds just like mine did when we took her on expedtions to PYO farms as they are known here in UK. Your grapes look delish and the whole area so beautiful. X

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  3. p.s. also how cute does "Blackberry Alley" sound? Wonderful x

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  4. This is the first time I've heard of pick your own grapes!

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  5. Juicy grapes - yes this is a first for me too. It makes good sense. What a nice (sinless) day out!

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