Grapefruit, love child of an orange/pomelo hookup, flaunts one parent’s sunny nature and the other’s thick-skinned, rotund ways. The hybrid is all sunny bright, easy-peel, sweet and sour cheer.
That’s how it rolls. And yet, I contrived to press grapefruit flat, to square it off into lemon-bar portability.
I squeezed and mixed and baked. Yielding something sweet, soured by a whiff of fruitcake. In another word: bad.
After many yellow squares and many square yellow leftovers, I was visited by…