So I had some produce that needed a little tender loving care.
The grapes above, after cooking down and being squeezed through a cheesecloth and then cooked down more provided one jar of grape jam. Even though I had gotten optimistic and prepped two. It tastes good, a little tart because I was very chintzy with the sugar, but good.

Oh my. And there was a series of pickles when attempting to make the relish. Two grocery stores were out of dill seed and mustard seed. Apparently EVERYONE in my city made dill pickles yesterday. And I almost forgot the garlic. And I had to buy lids. And improvise. And I WAS NOT about to go to a third grocery store.

I'm hoping I don't regret seven jars.