Vinland the Good

In an effort to reduce the amount of fat around my kidneys, I hit the trail by the Bronx River, which lies within trebuchet range a uniped's arrow flight of my dwelling. While on the trail, I noticed that the wild grapes which grow in profusion around the region are now ripening.





One cannot determine the ripness of these pea-sized grapes by observing the color, the ripe ones have a yielding texture, and are easily plucked from the vine. Each has two or three seeds. I must have eaten a pound of grapes while I was out- I've been making dolmades from the leaves pretty much all foraging season, but this was the real "payday".

Seems like I'm not the only one who's been praying for rain so the grapes grow, here's The Lurkers channeling Cousin Dino from Ohio:





I'll post a picture later- right now, I'm heading out to the local brewery to get my growler filled. Maybe I should have titled the post "Beerland the Good".

UPDATE: The picture of my delectable little grapes has been posted.