There once was a man named Drago,
He came from Croatia a long time ago.
He grew many a vine,
And yelled loudly all the time.
The most interesting guy you could know.
Growing up in the Fraser Valley, Mike N. lived in a tight-knit rural community with several neighbourhood ‘personalities’. One of these personalities was named Drago (see limerick above.) 2009 happened to be one of the warmest years on record in the area and Drago had a bumper crop of grapes. Not knowing what to do with all these grapes, he tracked down the local neighbourhood wine nerd and said in his usual tone, “HEYYYY… MIKE… YOU VANT GRAPES?” (picture an unshaven middle-aged Croatian dude waving his arms in the air). Continue reading
The 2008 harvest (of real wine grapes) was nearly over and we were having a heck of a time trying to find someone who would sell us less than 2000lbs. It turns out grapes are generally sold by the ton… not by the pound. Our search took us all the way to Grand Forks in the West Kootenays… yes, they actually grow grapes there.
A nice grower named Terry was kind enough to let us U-pick what he had left of his Marechal Foch grapes. It was the first weekend of November, the leaves had already dropped, and it had just rained. Not quite the romantic image we had for our first grape harvest. This didn’t dampen our spirits in the slightest, as we were just stoked to have tracked down some nice looking grapes that we got to pick ourselves. Continue reading