What a gorgeous salad! I kind of miss the colorfulness of an earlier time. My parents read that children will be more creative if they grow up in a colorful environment, so they painted each room in our childhood home a different and vibrant color. I'm sure one of them was the grapefruit color you describe!
I too grew up in a split level. Four levels if you counted the basement. My parents also built their house. Started in 1956, the year I was born. We moved in a year later. Three bedrooms. Three baths — one pink tile, one green, and one yellow. Also a family room — but unfurnished with exposed concrete walls for quite awhile. We used to call it the “rec” room. As I kid I thought we called it that because we always left it a wreck with our toys scattered all over the place. Officially became the “family room” after it was paneled and the new stereo/TV console and sofa was moved in. Lots of fond memories of growing up there. I was so sad when we finally sold it after my mom passed away. As for grapefruit, that was such a "grown up" food back then. Never really did acquire a taste.
I can picture every inch of our house. It's funny that you equated the "rec" room with an actual wreck! I can remember Suzanne being shipped Florida grapefruit when we were sophomores. It's funny what sticks with you.
Grapefruit diets, split-level homes—what wonderful memory lane triggers, Vicki! And the salad is a definite keeper. I just bought a large grapefruit and was in need of inspiration.
Oh how I wish I could eat grapefruit--pink and otherwise--again! I used to sprinkle brown sugar on the top then broil the halfs until the sugar bubbled. The combination of cold fruit and warm sugar made getting up on a cold winter day worth it!
Split level girl here too…delightful salad; do you have a serrated-edged grapefruit spoon
I don't!
Omg I was just wishing I had my mom’s old spoon and the grapefruit knife serrated on both sides!
I've never seen a knife like that!
What a gorgeous salad! I kind of miss the colorfulness of an earlier time. My parents read that children will be more creative if they grow up in a colorful environment, so they painted each room in our childhood home a different and vibrant color. I'm sure one of them was the grapefruit color you describe!
Color always inspires, I think!
I too grew up in a split level. Four levels if you counted the basement. My parents also built their house. Started in 1956, the year I was born. We moved in a year later. Three bedrooms. Three baths — one pink tile, one green, and one yellow. Also a family room — but unfurnished with exposed concrete walls for quite awhile. We used to call it the “rec” room. As I kid I thought we called it that because we always left it a wreck with our toys scattered all over the place. Officially became the “family room” after it was paneled and the new stereo/TV console and sofa was moved in. Lots of fond memories of growing up there. I was so sad when we finally sold it after my mom passed away. As for grapefruit, that was such a "grown up" food back then. Never really did acquire a taste.
I can picture every inch of our house. It's funny that you equated the "rec" room with an actual wreck! I can remember Suzanne being shipped Florida grapefruit when we were sophomores. It's funny what sticks with you.
Grapefruit diets, split-level homes—what wonderful memory lane triggers, Vicki! And the salad is a definite keeper. I just bought a large grapefruit and was in need of inspiration.
Let me know if you tweak the recipe..Thanks, Ruth!
I will, Vicki!
No split level or Barbie Dream house for this gal, but I did have the Barbie camper (in vibrant grapefruit-y pink, yellow and orange shades)…
Oh how I wish I could eat grapefruit--pink and otherwise--again! I used to sprinkle brown sugar on the top then broil the halfs until the sugar bubbled. The combination of cold fruit and warm sugar made getting up on a cold winter day worth it!
Yum!