I’m usually talking about silly things here, but today, today it is serious.
Ok. It ain’t serious, but it’s an important topic. In my house.
I love grapes. Red, seedless, crisp, cold grapes. I shared a while ago how I almost choked on a grape; this isn’t a super rare occurrence because I eat grapes. A lot. And you thought I only drank them.
There is NOT one time that I purchase grapes, bring them home, wash them and then put them in a bowl that I don’t remember this incident:
Scene: Our duplex kitchen, circa 1987-88? I’d returned from the grocery store and was cleaning grapes, then placing them in a bowl; the Coach (my boyfriend) said to me:
You know, my Mom takes ALL the grapes off the stems and puts them in a bowl.
I looked down at MY bowl of grapes that were still ON the stem, said nothing and put them in the refrigerator.
That was how many years ago? 33? 34?
I will not de-stem all of my grapes. I refuse.
A few weeks ago the Coach pulled out the bowl of grapes and started to de-stem them.
Me thinking: Has he lost his ever loving mind?
Woooo, Buddy. Watcha doing there? I like them in clumps, with stems. That way I can grab a clump, walk away and snack. There’s a method to my madness.
I mean, really. He has a lot of nerve; I COULD have had my attorney on the line before the bowl was back in the fridge.
So tell me. Do you de-stem your grapes?
Do you think I don’t want to do it because my MIL does? I adore my MIL, so that isn’t the reason, but I will admit the first time he said it, it stung.
I really do like them in little clumps for snacking ease and I don’t want to willy nilly grab at 89 grapes to get a handful.
Your friend Suz who can’t forget silly conversations about grapes on stems for her entire life, but forgot what we had for dinner last night.