I grew up in Utah, where citrus trees are nowhere to be found. I have always had issues with various citrus fruits and their texture. So, it comes as little surprise that I never liked grapefruits. I was willing to try them as a young child, with mixed results. I was put off of grapefruits in my later childhood. My parents often bought grapefruit juice in large metal tins. I will never forget the time when Tia took a long swallow of grapefruit juice straight from the can, only to realize the juice was rusty. I can still see the nasty, dark brown tinge in my mind. Hence, my aversion to all things grapefruit. We are a fruit-loving family. My kids often eat frozen grapes in the summer and cry with delight whenever fresh strawberries are on sale. So, it seems odd that they have never tried a grapefruit. It is simply because I refuse to eat them, and therefore refuse to buy them. Last week Emmanuel's friend, Gabby, gave our family a bag of my childhood nemesis. Since I knew I would never try them, I talked the kids into giving it a shot. Our time in Ghana had prepared the kids for adventurous eating. They were actually excited to try something new. The excitement only lasted until the sour juice exploded in their mouths. It was fun to see them experience something new. That is one of the greatest joys of being a parent. Seeing something I have long despised as exhilarating and fun was quite an event. I was inspired to try a bite myself. In the end, it was decided that with a lot of sugar and an open mind, grapefruits were something everyone could enjoy.
Beau Arrives Home
16 years ago


1 comment:
Ha Ha Ha!! That is awesome!! Love the facial expressions! I can't believe you don't like grapefruit. I never knew that. Love you! Send my love to those beautiful kids of yours, and Fred!
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