You have no idea how our house smelled that evening. The rich, sugary scent spread like fog tendrils throughout the rooms, even my jam-hating oldest one came in from his karate lesson and said “it smells GOOD in here!”
This madness here:
Has become this yumminess:
My husband patiently peeled each grape, cooked down the whole thing, strained it, added the peels back in, added a bit of sugar, and somehow managed not to devour the whole thing while making it. I would have just upended that pan and chowed down, seared insides be damned.
My youngest, he of the three-PB&Js-in-a-row habit, is loving his sandwiches these days. Even more than usual.
The best part is, there’s another huge bowl of grapes waiting, AND, the vine is only half empty.