I know that a lot of people don't like the stuff and wouldn't be caught near it. I don't understand?
Sour. Tart. Refreshing.
Ever since I was a wee lass, I would drink glasses of grapefruit juice by the boatload. My father helped support this habit - I am not sure if it is because he was enabling me in my citrus slurping ways or was just very tolerant of my oddities....
One of my favorite snacks/ breakfasts was half of a grapefruit with sugar on top. (These days, I take it up a notch and run it under the broiler. Be still me heart!)
When I was in high school, I went overseas on a mission trip for almost a month. When I boarded the airplane, there were enough juice boxes of grapefruit juice in my suitcase to make sure that I had enough to get a daily fix (obviously this was long before all the changes in airport security - and this really shouldn't surprise you...you've already figured out that I'm weird like that.)
Lemmetellyou one anecdote from that trip. I was young. Like 15. This was my first time out of the country. After the long plane ride and a dusty, bumpy bus ride, we needed to eat. We went to a local McDonald's and get in line to get something to eat. I was standing in line when I suddenly felt a tweak on my back side. I turned around and a couple of young men were snickering. Apparently, the locals thought it would be amusing to pinch the back end of a young, silly American. I don't remember what happened after that. I probably turned beet red and ran to find a bathroom to hide in or something like that...
Yeah, those were some interesting times. I firmly believe that cross-cultural experiences are very important, but that is one that I might have been okay with not having. Just saying.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. For more renditions of this lovely salad, check out this week's Leave Your Link...
I am girding myself up for the month of April. Week 1 - Asparagus & bits of bacon - I am all over that. Every thing after that touches a food aversion. BUT, I have fortitude & I am going in and not taking any hostages.
Except for the coconut friands. I really, really, really can't deal with shredded coconut. I guess, ultimately, I only have to make it - I don't have to eat it :-) Or I can get a guest cook... Hmmmm.