This has apparently turned into the week of food I used to hate. I tried grapefruit a few times growing up. The first time was when I’d spent the night at my friend Jenny’s house. Her older sister Connie was eating breakfast when we wandered into the kitchen, rubbing the sleepiness of giggling late into the night out of our eyes. Connie was a mix between the really fun older teenager who you look up to and want to be like, and the scary older teenager who might do something insane at any moment that could get everyone in big trouble.Looking back with an adult perspective, I wonder if she might have been mildly bipolar, but at the time I just thought she was a little cool and a little crazy.