Thursday, February 11, 2010
The Fruit Wallah came over an hour back---with Papayas,Pomegranates,Musk Melons and---Grapes.The Grapes were truly luscious---mouthwateringly so---Black seedless Grapes.I bought just 500gms.---tomorrow's Shivratri---my fast---- so these will do for Breakfast then.I just popped some in my mouth---the taste reminded me of Daddy---like me he too loved FOOD!!!Each time I eat these Grapes the fun we had growing and making Wine out them---is a memory I just love!!!
Daddy had planted these Black Grape Vines on either side of the Garage and built a Steel Wire Canopy over the Garage roof on which he had trained these Vines---these cuttings were a gift from Le Corbusier-----all the way from France.Jeanneret Uncle and Daddy'd make wine from these each year---it was a crazy event in our house till the Wine turned out okay----sometimes we'd get Vinegar!!!So,these Grapes were very precious to our Dad.Mummy'd stich covers made of Muslin Cloth which would be tied over these bunches----in the naive understanding and the vain hope of protecting these bunches from both the Birds and us children .Once these began ripening,it was our regular practice to climb down onto the Garage roof,open these pouches,stuff our mouths full of the ripening Grapes and retie the pouches in exactly the same manner again!!! All this clandestine activity took place in the afternoons when everyone else was enjoying their siestas.The green Canopy of the Vines was a cool haven in the Summer heat---which was another factor for it being our favourite spot----many are the hours spent and books read there!!!!
Finally the Grapes(the meagre amount that remained) would ripen and the Red letter day for crushing the grapes would dawn----the old Bath Tub would be scrubbed to within an inch of it's life,we'd wash and wipe our feet till the skin shrivelled up---and then there'd be a free for all!!We'd all jump in enthusiastically pumping our feet up and down to crush the Grapes. Daddy'd sing "Allouette" on the top of his voice and we'd join in-----the cacophony would be deafening!!!!Finally the Grapes would be reduced to a pulp and us Wine Crushers to a pleasurably worn out stage------in time for Lunch. Mummy and Daddy'd go forward to the next stage while we'd retire for the afternoon---after a sumptous Lunch!!
Today I wish I'd paid more attention to the onward process---specially when I see those luscious Bunches-----I still remember the taste of the Wine---yummy!!!However this was one of our favourite activities---just before the Summer ended---we drank the older Wine every Christmas---the newer bottles would be labelled and salted away for the years to come!!!