I needed that grapefruit juice badly. A mishap on the train ride home from LIttle Tokyo that involved seventy thousand teens who had just left a Swedish House Mafia concert in Chinatown got this blogger home rather late and, as a result, put some rough edges around him this morning. After a quick jaunt into Pasadena to drop Paul off at work and a quick stop at the dog food shop where several little dogs sat nervously in cages waiting for their turn to be bathed and given haircuts, me and Caryn bought some grapefruit, took them home, and juiced them. The result looked like this:
I juiced the grapefruit with a standard citrus juicer, and then I pushed the juice through a chinois to remove the seeds. I downed one glass, then poured myself another and took it onto the front porch. Here's to a sunny Saturday afternoon in Highland Park.