“Pickled” Hanepoot (or any grape)

My dad, Bernard, is mad for hanepoot grapes. His excitement as the season approaches is insuppressible. “It’s almost hanepoot time, you know!”. He buys me a few boxes at the end of the summer from various places around the Constantia area. The season is too short, and the grapes taste so sweet that they have escaped the export market. More for us! Firm and insanely sweet, we eat the golden-green bunches, taking our annual testing seriously! When there are too many for me to eat I pickle the