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Immigrant Bones 2

Ever since our discovery that I will pick a grapefruit clean, the Mild Girlfriend and I have had a running joke about grapefruits. And should we ever eat any, it immediately becomes a source of laughter. But more importantly, she has insisted that she needs to work on her game so that we both eat a comparable amount of grapefruit. It's all quite amusing.

Now, she's mentioned that part of her concern is that she doesn't want to get her hands dirty. That's ultimately been my advantage: I've been willing to roll up my sleeves and get in there to get at the grapefruit flesh. Given that we've sometimes worked with plastic spoons, this meant holding the spoon right near the oval part, rather than near the handle (it looks a little bit like a little kid trying to learn to use a spoon for the first time). Those spoons are pretty flimsy, and they can't exactly withstand a lot of pressure. So, I minimize the pressure on the thin plastic handle by grabbing the spoon in that spot. The Mild Girlfriend prefers not to do so, because it ultimately means you get more grapefruit juice on your hands.

To add to the fun, we recently bought a big pack of grapefruit, so we figured that this would mean a lot of practice for both of us. After dinner one night, she decided that she wanted half a grapefruit as dessert. So, she cut one open, and decided on her plan of attack. First, she needed the proper vessel for her opponent. Ultimately, she settled on a bowl just barely bigger than the sliced grapefruit. She figured that'd keep the grapefruit in place nicely, giving her a stable environment to work with.

Next, she needed a utensil with which to work. She actually had three choices: a teaspoon, a table spoon, and a long Korean spoon. If you've ever eaten at a Korean restaurant, you've seen one:
I'm pretty sure you've seen one of these before
Notice, they have a long handle. They're originally meant for rice or soup, from what I understand. Either way, she chose the long handle. Honestly, I'm not even sure if it was a conscious decision or that happened to be the closest one to her. Either way, that was her tool of choice for this particular challenge.

I didn't think to take photographic evidence of the results, but she basically went to town. Between the bowl and the spoon, she had the right tools for really getting in there (without getting her hands dirty). It looked like one of the grapefruits I've eaten. As it turns out, she needed an immigrant spoon in order to end up with an immigrant grapefruit.
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