Aw, did you blink? You probably missed 'em.
Those were grapes. Two of them, each about the size of the "O" on your keyboard.
We planted four grapevines this summer: chardonnay, cabernet, sauvignon blanc and pinot noir. Wine's greatest hits.
And this was our harvest. Two itty, bitty pinot noir grapes.
By the time they had fully ripened (the photo was taken about three weeks ago), they were indeed noir. Dark, almost black skin; too thick to make for pleasant eating, and there was a gravel-sized seed inside each grape.
But the juice was really, really good. Juicy good.
I can imagine some prehistoric gourmand coming across this plant and concluding "Nope, not so great for eating. But imagine what great juice they'll make. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. I'll just set this bottle of juice over here in this cave for a few months, and... Zut alors! I've invented wine!"
That's the way it happened, don't you think?