After all this effort, you might wonder: why not just eat an orange? Because grapefruit demands respect. It’s the diva of citrus. It makes you work for its sweet-tart reward.
Plus, you now own a skill. Next time someone serves a grapefruit in its half-shell, you can smirk and say, “I’ll handle that.” Then you’ll produce perfect sections while they struggle with a spoon. You’re welcome.
So grab a grapefruit, a sharp knife, and five minutes. Channel your inner surgeon. And if you mess up? Just call it “rustic.” That’s what I do.
