sour grapes (chapter 12 is up)

So I gave up on the grapes ever completely ripening because the wildlife has discovered them and also the pvc pipe arbor I made has broken. We never got the August and September heat we have a right to expect (global warming doesn't mean local warming, except in the water). They were almost ripe. So I've got the crop in the dehydrator turning into golden muscat raisins. That's okay because you usually use raisins in things that get a little sweetening added anyway. I can use them in the spring to make haroset. I haven't made any wine because I got frighteningly close to no plums. But I may yet make cider, since I do still have more apples than you can shake a stick at and I have a nice juicer and all the equipment for brewing. I remember cider was a little complicated, though.

I also made large quantities of applesauce, no I didn't can it because I have done that before and there's just something creepy about eight-month-old home-canned applesauce. There's not too much to eat in a week or so, especially if I make applesauce cake, like I used to.

On other fronts: I have posted chapter twelve of The Donor, in which our guy loses a lover and gains a lifestyle. A creepy lifestyle. You can follow the Crystal Egg links in the sidebar.

I should be in bed, but I've been reading amateur romance instead.