It would figure that the one healthy thing I crave is ruby red grapefruit; the one food that requires a bowl, two hands, two knives and a spoon. And time.
Grapefruit is the anti-graham cracker and yet I want one morning, noon and night.
It would be much, much easier to just down a Squirt but some skinny and freezing know-it-all said you should never drink your calories. Squirt was a staple in my childhood home, my Dad being the one to stock a six-pack or two at the top of the basement staircase. Much like Vernors and Kid Rock, Squirt is a Michigan thing:
Good thing I lived in California for a while. Michigan was my gateway to citrus flavor but San Francisco, true to her reputation, taught me to appreciate the flesh.
It’s grapefruit season Dear Readers. Pucker up and enjoy!