icelandic grape-eating technique
People here usually just pick the grapes off of the stems and pop them in their mouths, leaving the empty stems behind. Then I go in the kitchen at work and there's a half-eaten skeletal carcass staring out from the fruit bowl with its dead grape-eyes. It's enough to almsot make me lose my appetite for grapes, but then I remember about how I'm no longer living in California, and how grapes are like rare and precious gems here, and also about my need to ward off impending scurvy. So I tear off a whole tree and slink off back to my desk with it.