When I was in Florida two weeks ago, I grabbed some grapefruit from a tree in the backyard and brought them back to Chicago with me. (Can you imagine having grapefruit growing in your backyard? Amazing.) These grapefruit are particularly delicious -- just the right combination of sweet and tart.
Since returning to cold and snowy Chicago, I have been eating a grapefruit for breakfast in an attempt to mentally and emotionally transport myself back to beautiful and warm Florida.
Today, I ate the last grapefruit. That's it right there. And several inches of snow are expected this evening. Nothing to transport me in the morning. Not good.