One of the gentlemen who attends the same church I attend did me a favor.
Half of the grape crop is ripe. Some varieties are past-ripe and nearly stripped by the birds.
The gentleman consented to show up on short notice and pick grapes in the cool of the morning before the yellow-jackets became a problem.
Then he took the grapes, five five-gallon buckets worth, and is going to make wine with them.
Making wine is his passion.
Seeing food go to waste bothers me.
I also got good feedback regarding how various varieties produce on my site.
I expect to get a few bottles out of the deal. Not too bad of a pay-off for a phone call.