It's wine making time at my parents house.
When I was still living at home, I used to hate this time of year. Wine making time.
The smell of the the grapes and the little fruit flies which seemed to be EVERYWHERE and would get into the house – yuck.
I took the kids over to visit with mum and dad today and geez Sam was inspired.
The process is totally new to him, so he was eager to help. Very eager. Perhaps a little too helpful, which was making grandad’s BP go up a little.
Here’s Mr Sam stirring the mushy grape mix (after they’ve had their first pressing).
He looks quite pleased with himself, doesn’t he?
Here are the two wine makers, out in the back shed.
My dad is an ‘ideas’ man. He made this pressing machine. It’s got springs and a crank type thingy. They were taking it in turns to squeeze every last drop of juice from those grapes.
What “traditional” things do your parents still do or make?