I'm not sure why I'm so inclined to spend hours picking grapes, skinning grapes, cooking grapes, seeding grapes, cooking them some more and then canning them when for about two bucks I can buy my own Concord Grape Jam at the store in less than 15 minutes. It must be my Mormon upbringing or just an obsessive gene trait that lay dormant until I came along. You know the one, like when I have a perfectly sufficient bank account but I can't buy a new skirt because I see terribly cool skirts in the store and exclaim, "wow, I can make that" and then I never do.
I didn't think they would jell (this is my third try), but after it all cooled down, it was perfect. Hmmmm, yummy jam.