Watching her husband peel a grapefruit for breakfast, Marash Girl remembered her mother, Jennie, patiently preparing grapefruit for each member of the family. Preparing grapefruit for a family of five was no mean feat at 6:30 in the morning. There was the cutting of three grapefruit in half (halved so that the surface of each side of the grapefruit resembled the spokes of a wheel) -- Jennie would use a grapefruit knife (have you ever seen one? -- flexible, short, and serrated on each side), to separate the fruit segments from the membrane, leaving the wedges of fruit inside of their little grapefruit pockets, then carefully placing the halved grapefruits in bowls, one for each member of the family. The breakfasters would proceed to sprinkle sugar on their grapefruit halves and eat -- never with a grapefruit spoon with which one could expeditiously serrate the corners of ones lips -- but with spoons small enough to remove the grapefruit wedges that Grandma Jennie (then not yet a grandma) had lovingly prepared.
The memory of it really chokes me up.
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