And what is a scupendine, you ask? Well, it was just a few years ago that I discovered that there is no such grape as a scupendine. There are muskadines and scuppernongs but somehow we always picked from the scupendine vine. Funny, I still catch myself calling those sweet grapes by the wrong name.
And fall does not officially arrive until we make the ceremonial drive to the mountains to harvest scuppernongs culminating in baking the traditional Southern scuppernong pie.
Many many steps but OH SO worth that incomparable first taste of fall.