Salty Dogs, Grapefruit, and that Lame Food Writing Joke We've All Heard a Million Times
Some thoughts on complaining. Plus personal history! And a really long scroll to the recipes!
There was a big grapefruit tree at my parent’s house, near the splintered wooden dock that jutted out into a quiet island bay, in the Floridian yard inhabited by lizards and a tall, sneaky blue heron, who would occasionally slip in the back door. Ah, those ripe, ruby, juicy grapefruit are the ones of memory…
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