Saturday, 9/20/2008 was picking day. Although it was probably two weeks too late, the grapes still seemed to be in good shape. Unlike previous years, there were almost no yellow jackets or hornets flying around. Of course, early in the morning on a Saturday, I’m probably just as ornery and cantankerous as a yellow jacket. My father-in-law also picked his Foch, and the two batches came to around 4 gallons of must that is now brewing on the kitchen table. The wine mix from the previous years was bottled in mason jars. There were two 3L jugs, and one had clearly turned to vinegar and was poured out. The rest was put in the refrigerator. It will most likely need to be drunk sooner rather than later.
