Post-structuralist farmers unite!

So here is a conversation that fishwhistle and I actually had while halfway through the dread annual chore of picking the grapes off the trellis:

me: Augh! I got grape juice in my eyebrows!

Fishwhistle: ...

me: It's not funny!

Fishwhistle: well, but it -

me: You know, if we were migrant farm workers we could blame The Man for our sufferings.

Fishwhistle: ...

me: It would be the system keeping us down by forcing us to pick grapes all day long.

Fishwhistle: ...

me: And we could dream that someday Cesar Chavez would come and liberate us from all this.

Fishwhistle: Isn't he -

me: Okay, well, the ghost of Cesar Chavez, all right? Anyway my point is, who is it who forces us to spend hours and hours picking grapes?

Fishwhistle: We do?

me: Exactly! We coerce our own selves!

Fishwhistle, dubiously: So you're saying we're working for Domain Foucault?

me, bitterly: Yes! This is the terroir of Bourdieu!

Fishwhistle: ...

me: Man! It sucks being middle class!

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( in other garden news )

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And I need some cooking advice:

So, I have here a small basket of peaches (grown locally but not by me) and some backyard raspberries. And soon I will have a metric buttload of grape juice, once I go through the tedious process of making it. I was thinking that I could boil up the peaches and raspberries in the grape juice and it might turn into a nice jam? Do you think that would work?

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