It was a good year for grapes at my parents'. My dad told me to pick as many as I want as long as he got a few jars of grape juice.
Maybe I went overboard. I picked four basins like this. It wasn't even a quarter of what was on the vines.
We canned over 20 jars of grape juice from my parent's grapes using the Amish recipe that I've blogged about before. It works like magic.