Family winemaking.

My dad was telling me last night that back when he was six or so my grandmother used to scrub out the laundry tubs in my grandparents' basement and my grandfather used to come back with big flats of grapes and my dad and my brothers used to have to clean up their feet and sit on the edge of the basins and smush the grapes for wine. After draining the wine off, my grandfather used to take a bedsheet and put all the dregs in it and squeeze it to get the last wine out. "You know, all that ethnic bullshit," my dad was like.