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Having got this morning’s rant off my chest — and I wouldn’t blame you for deciding to just keep walking and not make eye contact on that one — it’s time to talk about grapefruits.  It seems to be the beginning of grapefruit season, which is my favourite fruit season of all.  In part, this is because I enjoy grapefruits, but it’s also because I do not enjoy having to choose between toast and cereal for the three hundredth breakfast in a row — since last grapefruit season.  Save-On had them on at two for a dollar on the weekend, and they’re good.  I always go by weight for all citrus fruits.  My mom goes by smooth skin.  More often than not, I think those are the same fruits.

The one downside to grapefruit is that they’re not easy to eat gracefully in front of the computer.  So don’t eat in front of the computer, you say.  Fine.  I’ll just be over here, trying to clean sticky dried-on grapefruit juice spots off the monitor with spit and my finger.  We’ve begun the slow journey towards convincing ourselves to buy a new computer anyway (which means it may well happen in 2009).

A question for the comments (ie., me and Andrew): what is the best fruit season?

The Little Dude’s vote, for what it’s worth, would be pear.  They’re soft, the skin’s easy to chew, plus I’ve had good luck recently on buying very juicy ones.  Now that we’ve bought a house with a south-facing backyard, I need to look into whether hardy pear trees exist and if their fruit is worth eating.  But another question: what is the deal with Bartlett pears?  They seem inferior to Anjou pears in every way, but stores still stock them.  Why?