Okay, first of all, who named grapefruit? They taste nothing like grapes. It was probably a plot by the Vikings or someone, like the naming of Greenland when the place was a frozen tundra. (See helpful photo illustration. Yeah, it's pretty. But would you call it green?)
So I'm over at my friend Nancy Pickard's blog, and Farfetched says he's drinking rum and grapefruit juice, which triggers a shudder from me and the following response:
Grapefruit juice? Are you out of everything else? (Including your mind)
I was at a friend's a couple days ago, and he got a whole crate of grapefruit from a client who's involved somehow in the grapefruit-growing industry. (Poor guy)
So my friend cuts me a grapefruit for breakfast. My first response was, "Are we on a diet? And will it really last long enough to get through a whole crate of grapefruit?"
And he was like... "This is exceptional grapefruit. Just try it."
Which for some reason I did.
"Isn't that sweet?" he said.
"Compared to what? Lemons?"
Yeah, so it turns out that the best grapefruit in the world is still not an orange. And if you really feel the need to contaminate a perfectly good glass of rum with its juice couldn't you just lie and tell us you used pineapple juice? What's the point of being on the internet if we can't lie to each other?