Quite longer ago than I would like to admit, my brother gave me a couple of muscadine vines. For the longest time, they were not trellised. (I'm pretty sure if my husband loved me, he would have trellised them for me.) Finally, I had my father cut a few cedar posts for me. My son and I started digging a hole for the post, but we were too close to the drain lines we realized as the hole filled in with smelly water. Well, I just needed to move the vines (or basically a cutting from them), which I did. Darling son and I put up the posts and string. Later we upgraded to the proper #9 gauge galvanized wire. The vines lived and soon fruited. I think I might have gotten one or two grapes. Then there were two years where the grapes formed and grew to half size before falling off prematurely. Bummer!
Finally, this year, I have a small harvest. This is a named cultivar, but I don't know what it is--my brother has long since forgotten which cultivar he gave me. I've had tastier ones, but these do have a nice, soft hull that can be eaten. When I was a kid, I would swallow the entire inside, seeds and all and spit out the hull. I'm a little more leery about swallowing seeds now (thinking they might give me diverticulitis, I guess), so on these grapes, I ate the hulls and the inside but spit out the seeds. Mom used to make a dish called grape hull pudding (which was a baked sort of pudding that is more like bread pudding than custard). I'm thinking this variety would be great for that application. I'll probably eat the few I have this year fresh.
Here are three large ones of the few I ate fresh yesterday.