Fruit of the season
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clarentineOne of my favorite things is walking with the dog and seeing what's growing, what's ripe. This past Sunday's walk produced a handful of muscadine grapes. The vines sprawl across trees and shrubbery in the park, seeking the sun; when I was a kid, we would climb up into the trees we knew harbored grape vines.
The trick with muscadines, in case you have not yet made their acquaintance, is in the tartness of the flesh immediately beneath the skin. To eat one, you compress the grape in your mouth until the loose sac of flesh and seeds slides out. Press out the seeds, and enjoy the grape flavor of the middle. Then - carefully - press on the empty skin so the juicy bits stuck to the inside give up their tartness.
Behold, the beauty of late summer:
The trick with muscadines, in case you have not yet made their acquaintance, is in the tartness of the flesh immediately beneath the skin. To eat one, you compress the grape in your mouth until the loose sac of flesh and seeds slides out. Press out the seeds, and enjoy the grape flavor of the middle. Then - carefully - press on the empty skin so the juicy bits stuck to the inside give up their tartness.
Behold, the beauty of late summer:
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Date: 2009-09-02 07:57 pm (UTC)edited to ask (because Julien is making me. :P ): Did you put the muscadines on a drum cymbal to take the photo?
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