conuly

Awell, de gustibus est non disputandum. I was 10 when I first tasted Concord grapes in actual Concord, MA - just about this time of year; we were doing the obligatory annual historic New England foliage-viewing *thing*, so it was probably Columbus Day. So there we were by the Minuteman monument, "by the rude bridge that arched the flood", and the coolness of eating Concord grapes (that I picked off a stone wall myself) in Concord was very cool. Then after college I knew someone who grew them, so I had them now and then. They taste like old-fashioned Smucker's grape jelly to me, which was my mother's 'default' jelly all through my childhood.