The following is a rant, which, in an evolving form, I seem to post about once every four months in rec.bicycles.racing, after I read one too many "they're going to dope anyways, so let's let them!" posts. I always envision the husband character in the Drew Barrymore movie Home Fries Riding in Cars with Boys (really people, how could you let me make that mistake?), pathetically begging for permission to do just a little bit of heroin. -RjC
Strangely, nothing about bicycles tonight.
Like last year, I found myself doing one last, late batch of jelly. This time it was grape jelly, courtesy my parents' vines. I love found fruit.
This jelly was quite a surprise. I made it with mostly green grapes, and you'll have to take my word for it when I tell you the juice didn't look all that impressive. But something about the jelly-making process magically clarifies it, and the jelly is the colour of golden raisins. Thanks, Mom and Dad! First life, now jelly.
