Pam is a fiend for grapefruit, as long as it isn't too sour, so to celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary this morning we split one of those big Florida numbers and it tasted real fine. Actually, we have grapefruit just about every morning during the high season in winter, which is now, and they've been especially good this year, so juicy that when Pam scrapes out the last juicy morsels (yes, she is a scraper, while I'm more of a squeezer), the juice leaves spatters on the kitchen windows.
But sometimes we think the experience would be even better if we ate the grapefruit closer to the trees from which they come.
So on Thursday we're heading down to Sarasota to visit Janet and Freddy and we're sure hoping (hint hint) that they'll have some grapefruit in the house. We'll do some kayaking and bird-watching while we're there, and maybe cook up something as a team that we can post on the blog.
Maybe we'll even bring a sack of grapefruit home for next week.
1 comment:
Do you stick with red grapefruit exclusively?
I had a pretty good white grapefruit this morning.
White grapefruit wierdly smells like black pepper. Give a ripe, unpeeled one a good sniff someday. You'll see.
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