Mustang Grape Jelly

Weaving was interrupted for a spell due to mustang grape season. These tart little guys grow wild along our local creek, so Mark & I headed out for our annual July tradition of picking, washing, boiling, and straining the grapes to get as much of the lovely juice as possible. Dodging poison ivy and chiggers and spending hours in the hot kitchen is worth it once you taste that first tangy-sweet bite of homemade jelly. Now I can head back to the loom!