Grape Expectations

A grape is an encore fruit. A vine of second chances, do-overs, and fresh starts.  Stems of saccharine spheres, crowded like amorphous clouds of ashen green and violet. You bite into a rotten, mushy apple, you have only a rotten, mushy apple in your hand. You bite into a rotten, mushy grape, you need only to pluck another from a neighbouring branch in the hopes of a better one. A grape should grow within your soul a ripe vintage of optimism and compassion. One or two rotten grapes do not doom the bunch, but rather serve to amplify those grapes that take you back to summer snacking, fruit salads, PB&J’s, and family breakfasts. There is always another grape.

 

 Mix 500g of thinly sliced grapes with a cup of sugar and two tablespoons of Jam Setta, add heat and time, and you have a delectable spread where no grape is left behind. 

  

 Each bite of grape jam-slathered toast shouts with a resounding “Grape!” on your tastebuds. No alarms, no surprises. Take a bow, grape. You deserve it.