Ugly Grapefruit

 

I forgot so many items on my list of simple things I’m looking forward to this upcoming year, so a big apology goes out to my grapefruit tree.  Those yellow balls are starting to get ugly!  Don’t let grocery store wax fool you; a good, ripe grapefruit isn’t pretty…not on the outside anyway.  When the grapefruit first look grocery store worthy, their insides match their outsides – yellow like a lemon and just as sour.  When they start turning brown and nasty, that’s when I turn into Luke and start licking my chops because there’s nothing but pink, juicy sweetness inside.

Lukey, the Chop-licker

And just when I was down to only a head of Romaine and a half a red onion in the vegetable drawer…perfect timing.  I left the red onion, grabbed some edamame from the freezer, a bagel from the fridge, and a bottle of Ken’s Steak House Lite Raspberry Walnut Vinaigrette from the cabinet.  Voila, the perfect side for a simple London broil.  I usually make my own raspberry vinaigrette, but Ken’s is a good substitute on a busy day.  Vinaigrette tames the sourness of grapefruit.  John and Cooper sadly don’t share my acid-loving palette, so they often find grapefruit too sour even when I think it’s at its best.  But I do the cooking, so needless to say, both find vinaigrette helpful this time of year.  And we all loved the “in a pinch” bagel croutons – just melted butter and an Everything bagel but so, so tasty.This is just the beginning.  We had a terrible yield last season after the incident, and it’s time to make up for the loss.  Grapefruit will be sliced, diced, zested, sugared, broiled, thrown into salads, mixed into cocktails, and of course, they will be juiced.  Pink grapefruit juice – a girl’s best friend.  One of my girlfriend’s bums it like a cigarette, believing it will have the same slimming effect on her figure.I looked up the “grapefruit diet” but it seems to be more of an urban myth than a reputable weight loss plan.  The premise is that you either eat half a grapefruit or drink eight ounces of juice with a protein, and an enzyme in the grapefruit causes you to burn fat.  I came up with two small studies that indicated weight loss but one was done by the Florida Department of Citrus…perhaps there’s some bias there.  And neither pointed to a specific property within the grapefruit that burns fat.  Grapefruit has fiber, so it’s filling and low in calories.  I’m all for the fruit, but the diet seems to employ the same magical thinking my sister refers to when her teenage daughter shoves her school uniform into the washer 20 minutes before she’s supposed to leave and expects to get to school on time.

What’s not magical thinking is that pink grapefruit contain vitamins A and C, potassium, beta-carotene, calcium, and magnesium.   They also contain phytosterols, which are proven to lower cholesterol and reduce the risk of coronary heart disease.  Yes, I’m looking forward to a hearty, healthy season.

Things to Come in the New Year

Walking through the garden has me thinking about all the beautiful, simple things I have to look forward to this coming year…

A Diet Coke explosion last year led to me pulling out some bulbs forgotten about in the bottom drawer of our mini-fridge.  The discovery should lead to some sweet-smelling Hyacinths this year.  And into the new year, I’m taking with me the knowledge to turn down the temperature a notch when packing the mini-fridge with beer and soda over the holidays.  The sodas started freezing until one Diet Coke can finally blew the mini-door open.  Oops…glad that was last year.

I’m also looking forward to seeing what else the Passion vine will take over this year.  The mermaid’s tail was first to go.  I’d try to control it except that everywhere the vine travels it takes a bright red flower with it.    There’s fixing and filling the chicken coop to look forward to…

And father and son bonding over a boat that cost less than Christmas dinner.  No actual aspirations of cruising this year but lots of planning, discussing and trips to the junkyard and boat store will pass the time.Happy New Year…a day late…good thing I’m not sweating the small stuff this year. :)

Luke after Christmas

My mother will not like this post at all, and it would even annoy me if he wasn’t so cute and adorably persistent, but since we got our new afghan for Christmas, Luke will not sleep anywhere else.

I’ve written before about my mother’s, what she would say is indifference, and I say is utter disgust for any animals outside of a zoo, so this is surely the last thing she’ll ever knit for me again.  Glad I have the photos to remember it…thanks, Luke!

Christmas in Sarasota

Lights…

Family…Action…

Suncoast Primate Sanctuary

After two days of delays and one flat tire, we laughed Saturday afternoon away with spitting apes and peeing alligators at the Suncoast Primate Sanctuary.  It was well worth the wait and the $20 Groupon price…love those Groupons!  Just like letterboxing, they’re always taking us to new places.Now some pictures of the other monkeys…

If you’re in the Palm Harbor area, stop by the sanctuary…they’ve been around for 60 years and need the funding.  The sanctuary was different from what I imagined…although my expectations could have been a bit out of whack.  When the Groupon read “admission for four and one bag of monkey feed,” I actually thought we’d be hand-feeding monkeys as if 275-pound apes were suitable for a petting zoo atmosphere.  Instead you put the feed into chutes made from PVC or in cups attached to pulley systems.Another expectation was that the monkey feed would come in some sort of pellet form, but it was Chex mix…literally.  It was a Ziplock snack bag full of Chex mix, Cheez-its, popcorn, and animal crackers.  It took us a few feedings to realize this guy would only eat popcorn.  It’s weird to see animals eating processed food, especially when showing a preference toward one type versus another.  Humans make the choice to eat or not eat unhealthy food.  At the same time, funding is always an issue with non-profits.  If the Suncoast Primate Sanctuary didn’t take these animals in, many would be put down.  The primates come from zoos, research labs, TV sets, and even private residences.  There are a few other animals the sanctuary takes in as well.  We saw snakes, alligators, birds, and lemurs. When John held the alligator, a crowd quickly formed.  It wrested a bit, but John got it flipped over on its back.John was rubbing its belly saying, “Watch, I’ll get it to go to sleep.”  One guy laughed at him and said, “Yeah, I don’t think that works with alligators.”  And then a little kid ran up and yelled, “You’re killing it!”  When John replied, “It’s not dying; it’s just going to sleep,”  the kid shouted again, “You’re making it go to sleep!”

The next thing you know, the alligator’s head and tail are pointed to the ground and that baby was peeing a river.  The skeptic from earlier says, “Well, you definitely relaxed him.”  It was hilarious to the point of a stomach ache.  This is the best picture from the moment; the others are blurred from shaking laughter.      

Cooper and Grouper

Dinner was on Cooper last night…Not only did he catch it, he cooked it!He fried the grouper and smoked the little fish on the hibachi.The grouper was divine.  The other three got mixed reviews.Cooper was clearly a fan.  His grin and the leftovers reminded me of the old cartoon cat that puts the fish in its mouth and pulls it out with nothing left but the spine.  As for me, I don’t care much for heads on my plate.  It started at the hibachi…their mouths were opened too wide and looked too circular.  It was as if they were pleading with us, “Nooooooo!”  Plus it’s a lot of work to eat a whole fish like that.  You have to pull the skin back and watch for bones.  Cooper looked like he knew what he was doing; John did not.  Big men shouldn’t eat small fish…he was spitting out bones every other bite.  Still, life and dinners are good when you live by the water.

Honey Cake

Lucky for me, honey is sweet and tasty and it’s the thought that counts…my honey bee cake for John’s birthday party last night was a total disaster.  This is what it was supposed to look like courtesy of http://aristolafood.blogspot.comAnd this is what it actually looked like…Wha-wha :( The only redeeming aesthetic quality was the fondant and almond honey bees.  They were very cute, but had they been placed in the center of the cake, they would have drowned.  John suggested poking a hole in the center to drain the pool.  It’s hard to even say what caused the pool in the first place.  It was either the burning or the scraping.

As a child, I thought my mother was this great cook who never burnt anything.  Then one day I caught her bent over the sink with a serrated knife scraping a black piece of toast brown again.  I had been duped for years; why couldn’t I pull this off for one night?  So taking a page from my mother’s waste-not cookbook, I scraped the top right off that cake.

And beyond a burnt bite here and there, the cake tasted nothing like it looked.  What was left of the cake was moist and chocolaty with the added and distinct flavor of honey.  Slightly different from the average chocolate cake, it was extremely sweet but delicious.  I’ll definitely take another crack at it.  And everyone with the exception of my father, who kept asking what was with that pool in the center, tried a piece.  But who really cares about cake when the company is so cute?

Sarasota Boat Parade of Lights

We had all seen the parade before but never from the water.  It was front-row, and it was fun.  We tied up in a line of boats along the parade’s route at Marina Jack. There was dancing…There was boat-hopping…And there were lots of lights… I don’t know who won the contest; although you can find out at Marina Jack restaurant.  The trophy will be on display for the next year.  But the birthday boy’s pick for the winner was this 1957 Chevy.

Happy Birthday, John!

John’s birthday was yesterday, but since we love him so much, the celebration is being extended to include the whole weekend.  That being said, it didn’t have the most glamorous start.  They both start with a “g” but a garage sale is anything but glamorous.  Unless, you spend some of your earnings on lobster.And one was free!  Lotsa Lobster is just South of the Sarasota Square Mall, and they’ll give you a free lobster on your birthday…but sorry, kiddies, you have to be 18 to indulge.  You also have to spend $10, which is no problem considering their selection of fresh scallops, clams and fish.With our bellies full of lobster and drawn butter practically seeping from our skin, we floated off to the Sarasota Boat Parade of Lights.  The weather was perfect and the sun was setting as we made our way over to Marina Jack.

Sidebar for the house Katherine Harris is building.  The word on the street is that it’s a house for entertaining not living.  There’s supposedly multiple fireplaces and a large ballroom surrounded by balconies.

Now back to the joys of nature not inheritance…I haven’t sorted through my pictures of the boat parade yet.  To be continued…

Raccoon Tracks?

Since I just posted a photo of a baby raccoon, I just had to post this photo of a baby…It was an adorable treat delivered to my inbox courtesy of my sister-in-law.  This is her three month-old baby boy’s hand next to a raccoon track, and only her husband and God know where they were walking to come across that track.  Tie a cape around her neck, and she is Adventure Girl  Adventure Mom now.  But when she was still Adventure Girl, she and her husband macheted their way through the jungles of Thailand for fun.  Thank God there are different types of people in the world because if I am ever macheteing my way through a jungle, my plane went down.  They had a guide and still managed to trek so far into the thicket that they accidentally hiked into another country!

But back to the photo, raccoons and babies have strangely similar tracks – size and shape.  Could it have been a baby crawling around my pineapple?  I do see them around the neighborhood.