"Once you pop...you just can't stop."
Grapes not potato chips that is. Wine grapes to be exact. They're a big sticky mess. You better believe that when they are harvested at 26 or even 28 degrees brix they are an even stickier mess. Sorting through a macro bin picking out leaves and lugging around a bandeja collected "drops" can quickly gum up the hands. This extreme stickyness makes me squirm and quiver, discomforting me to the bone.
On the other side off the coin grapes are pretty tasty when consumed. Rich, ripe, plump dark berries enter the olfactory bulb when you squish berries in your mouth, moving the skins back and forth between your upper and lower miniscus.
Against my better judgement, today I decided to eat a late breakfast and skip lunch altogether filling the void with dozens of pinot noir clusters and a mid-day coffee. Modern chemistry would suggest that Sugar + Coffee is all one needs to sustain themselves durring a 12 hour work day. I would profer the same hypothesis if it wasn't for a splitting headache that throbbed on and off throughout the day. Or maybe it was a selective headache coming and going according to today's playlist: Murder City Devils: off; Agnostic Front: on; Adolescents: off; Abba: on; Cro-Mags: off; NPR pledgedrive: migraine city.
At any rate I believe that a risk-analysis study might show my grape intake to be a tad too high. After all how much sulfur, fungicide and spreader sticker can one safely consume on any given day? More test studies to come.
On to business. Another crazy, no holds bars non-stop day. We got off to a slow pace as the boys finished one pick and moved sluggishly to the next. All picks finished close to noon freeing the day up for post-harvest irrigation fun. If only irrigation didn't take up so much time I might have made it home before 8 pm to enjoy my frozen Safeway pizza. Excuse me, Ahem, Safeway Supreme pizza with cute little sausage balls atop. Did someone say gourmet frozen food section?
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