Last week I was talking with my mother when she asked if I had ever eaten frozen grapes. I told her that I hadn’t, and in fact I’d never even heard of them.
She made them sound appetizing as a sweet snack or as a “grape cube” in a drink. So, when I went to the grocery store yesterday I decided to pick up a batch that were on sale. When I reached for the bag, I had a conversation from a book pop into my head.
“We can take a shorter drive,” Laura answered. “But we want to go to Lake Henry. This is about our last chance for wild grapes, now they are frosted,”Almanzo told her.
That’s when I remembered that I had read about frozen grapes in These Happy Golden Years, my favorite Laura Ingalls Wilder book.
(Yes, I’m a grown woman who can quote Little House books. Don’t judge me.)
In the book she wrote about their “tangy sweetness” and she was right on the money. After I tried one, I was astounded by their candy-like flavor.
Jedd ate one and yelled: “That’s tangy!”
I’m going to try a couple in a glass of wine tonight, because I never think to chill red wine for a couple of minutes to cool it down. (Our wine rack is near the stove, so it’s always borderline too warm when we have a glass with dinner.)
Wash and pat dry a bunch of grapes. Place in a plastic bag and freeze overnight.
(Photos by Launie Kettler)