Concord grapes, about 13 oz of them. Now here's the thing about concord grapes, they are NOT grapes which are made to be eaten. This is not your lean back on a chaise lounge while a scantily clad brawny young man feeds them too you while fanning you with a palm leave. These grapes are extraordinarily difficult and rather disgusting to eat.
First, there is the skin in all it's thick and chewy glory, then there are the pits which are not meant to be consumed and are surrounded by the only truly edible part of the grape the pulp which clings to the pit like it's life depends on it in some sort of embryonic sac. To eat successfully you need to pop the grape out of it's skin into your mouth, and then trap the pits on the outside of your teeth while you suck strongly on the pulp to get it to release. Then swallow. Like I said, not good eats.
But the flavor, oh the flavor, it brings you right back to child hood. Sweet, heavy and heavenly. Smelling like the first day of school or the end of a really long hike. Something about that flavor tells you it's peanut butter jelly time. And so, come hell or high water I was going to turn those grapes into jelly.
