When my grandmother was in her late 80’s, I sat at her kitchen table with her as she ate a grapefruit. Grandma was what I like to call a ‘mischievous soul'-my favorite kind-and as she sprinkled sugar on that meaty pink grapefruit, she told me, eyes twinkling, “My doctor says I’m not supposed to eat this because of my heart medication.” She ate the whole…
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