Technically, there are four more days of summer.  Grapefruits remind me of summer.  I did a little research into grapefruit season and apparently if you're getting grapefruits that are grown in Texas or Florida the prime season is October to June.  To me that means I can have grapefruits all year long.  Nom.

I'm the type of person who goes through phases.  Like the month I ate a grapefruit for breakfast practically every single day.  I used to not like them (this blog is making it quite evident that I “used” to not like a LOT of things), but one of my best friends, Brittany, would eat them with her breakfast in college and I was always very intrigued.  I took the plunge as an adult and now I love them. 

So here I am.  In love with grapefruits but moving away from summer.  What is a girl to do?  Drizzle some sugar on those babies and broil them, duh. 

I have a love/hate relationship with my broiler.  I love the idea of it.  I hate that I nearly set my apartment on fire trying to broil the marshmallows on top of my inside out s'mores one day.  (They caught fire in my oven and I freaked out… oops.)  Moral of the story: be careful!  I seriously opened the oven every 30 seconds to make sure the oven wasn't going to explode.  #amateurstatus

But despite the anxiety, this was totally worth it.  It was something I saw on pinterest and had to try on my own.  I think it perfectly merges the feelings of fall and summer together.  The flavor of the grapefruit is still summery to me, but the warmth makes it feel like fall.  The sugar caramelizes on top of the fruit and it's wonderfully sweet and tart.  If you let it broil long enough to char the rind you get a subtle smokey flavor which is out of this world.  (It doesn't hurt that it's a healthy alternative to most deserts.)

If I had a grill, I'd experiment during the summer with this concept.  But for now, in my little apartment my broiler will have to do for a quick but delicious dessert. 

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