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Dec. 8th, 2008 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickMy grapefruits came with a note thanking me for supporting the Claysburg-Kimmel band or something. I don't recall purchasing grapefruits to support anything other than my desire for pink grapefruit, but whatever.
I do not like my grapefruits cut at the equator and doused in sugar with perhaps a marischino cherry half plopped in the top center. I hate them that way. I don't like them that way if you go around with a knife and carefully cut all the sections for me. I do not like them that way if you give me a pointy grapefruit spoon. I DO NOT LIKE MY GRAPEFRUIT CUT IN HALF.
I like my grapefruit peeled. It's best if I do the peeling, so that I can remove every bit of white ick. After that, I break the grapefruit in half (best if the halves are even) and remove one section at a time so that I can skin it and eat only the clean and dry and perfect fruity juice tubule thingies. That's how I like my grapefruit.
I don't like my grapefruit in supremes as for many citrus based salads. The juice tubules get slaughtered in the production of supremes -- when the rind is cut off, the backs of the tubules get sliced and the pieces then are way too fucking wet. The only way to get successful, dry, intact juice tubules is to hand-peel each section of grapefruit, carefully. Nothing else really suits.
Eating grapefruit this way is not tidy or fast, so I don't do it public much. In the privacy of my own home, though, I love pink grapefruit this way and it will entertain me for about an hour, to boot. So, I buy grapefruit. Individual grapefruit are way too fucking expensive, but fundraiser boxes of grapefruit are usually pretty affordable if I can find someone to sell me one of those. The only downside to fundraiser grapefruit is that people think I am supporting things when really what I am doing is buying grapefruit.
This year I got half a box (gave the other half to La) which is eighteen grapefruits (now seventeen) for me to ritualistically dismember and consume. Yay.
The first grapefruit of the season was accompanied by the less-than-cheerful news that the Baltimore Opera (where I have had season tickets to the opera for the last probably ten years) is filing chapter 11 bankruptcy tomorrow morning and cancelling the two spring productions without refund. Fuck. The flavor of that went well with the grapefruit.
Musical selection: This one's about incest, sorta. I tried to explain the appeal of the band, with a notable lack of success, to my aunt Jackie [Heather's mom] today on the trip to the retina specialists with grandma. No matter how much fun I find a bunch of fortyish guys from (used to be East but now there's just one again) Germany who've made a leftist dance metal band that sings [in german, mostly] about weird shit in an absurdist and over-the-top way, I am apparently not able to convey the parts of this that I find amusing to other people. I'll have to work on my presentation or my line of argument or something because this is honestly quite fun stuff. I listen to the music and start getting all bubbly with laughter for how good it is at being *what* it is.
I do not like my grapefruits cut at the equator and doused in sugar with perhaps a marischino cherry half plopped in the top center. I hate them that way. I don't like them that way if you go around with a knife and carefully cut all the sections for me. I do not like them that way if you give me a pointy grapefruit spoon. I DO NOT LIKE MY GRAPEFRUIT CUT IN HALF.
I like my grapefruit peeled. It's best if I do the peeling, so that I can remove every bit of white ick. After that, I break the grapefruit in half (best if the halves are even) and remove one section at a time so that I can skin it and eat only the clean and dry and perfect fruity juice tubule thingies. That's how I like my grapefruit.
I don't like my grapefruit in supremes as for many citrus based salads. The juice tubules get slaughtered in the production of supremes -- when the rind is cut off, the backs of the tubules get sliced and the pieces then are way too fucking wet. The only way to get successful, dry, intact juice tubules is to hand-peel each section of grapefruit, carefully. Nothing else really suits.
Eating grapefruit this way is not tidy or fast, so I don't do it public much. In the privacy of my own home, though, I love pink grapefruit this way and it will entertain me for about an hour, to boot. So, I buy grapefruit. Individual grapefruit are way too fucking expensive, but fundraiser boxes of grapefruit are usually pretty affordable if I can find someone to sell me one of those. The only downside to fundraiser grapefruit is that people think I am supporting things when really what I am doing is buying grapefruit.
This year I got half a box (gave the other half to La) which is eighteen grapefruits (now seventeen) for me to ritualistically dismember and consume. Yay.
The first grapefruit of the season was accompanied by the less-than-cheerful news that the Baltimore Opera (where I have had season tickets to the opera for the last probably ten years) is filing chapter 11 bankruptcy tomorrow morning and cancelling the two spring productions without refund. Fuck. The flavor of that went well with the grapefruit.
Musical selection: This one's about incest, sorta. I tried to explain the appeal of the band, with a notable lack of success, to my aunt Jackie [Heather's mom] today on the trip to the retina specialists with grandma. No matter how much fun I find a bunch of fortyish guys from (used to be East but now there's just one again) Germany who've made a leftist dance metal band that sings [in german, mostly] about weird shit in an absurdist and over-the-top way, I am apparently not able to convey the parts of this that I find amusing to other people. I'll have to work on my presentation or my line of argument or something because this is honestly quite fun stuff. I listen to the music and start getting all bubbly with laughter for how good it is at being *what* it is.
