I know you’ve had a lot going on in your life lately — it’s the start of another pandemic year, your children are listening to strange music that references coconuts?, and there’s been that haunting, moaning sound coming from the basement — so it’s totally forgivable that it’s slipped your mind that February is National Grapefruit Month.
The good news is that you still have three weeks or so to put up the decorations and plan a Fresca™ party.
In the meantime, let’s make a grapefruit cocktail.
Citrus is a family.
Oranges are the mom — sweet, with the merest hint of bitterness, like a sigh of regret; the backbone of the family.
Lemons are the sexy aunt who makes a lot of important life decisions based on alcohol.
Limes are the workhorse of the family. They hold down 15 jobs and still manage to tackle the hard songs at karaoke.
Grapefruit is the cousin who, while having a very good heart deep down, is the one you call when you need something shady. Grapefruit knows a guy who knows a guy. He never hides in the background. Expect him at a wedding in a loud plaid suit and wingtips. He’ll tip the minister with a Benjamin in a handshake while telling an off-color joke.
When you make a cocktail with grapefruit, the bitterness isn’t a bug; it’s a feature. You have to embrace it. Even if, like me, you prefer cocktails a little on the sweet side, be aware that grapefruit will refuse to be covered up.
Perhaps the most classic grapefruit drink is a Greyhound, a spin on a Screwdriver; gin or vodka — sometimes rum — with the orange juice replaced with grapefruit juice. There are really only two ingredients, so the flavor tends to be very straightforward. I’ve tweaked this particular recipe to add a little more complexity.
Greyhound
(slightly modified)
Ingredients
2 2-inch slices of grapefruit rind (Just the thin outer layer. The grapefruit will bring enough bitterness without using any of the white pith under the surface.)
1½ ounces good gin — I like Death’s Door.
1 ounce St. Germain, an elderflower liqueur
2 ounces unsweetened ruby grapefruit juice
Muddle the grapefruit peel thoroughly in the bottom of a cocktail shaker. This will release citrus oil and add an extra layer of grapefruitiness to the finished drink. Feel free to really smash the peel.
Add the other ingredients and four or five ice cubes to the shaker, and shake thoroughly.
Strain over ice in a rocks glass.
Grapefruit is the dominant flavor in this cocktail. The St. Germain takes a tiny bit off the edge of the bitterness and adds a hint of — floralness? Florality? Gin has enough character to go head-to-head with the grapefruit. This is a classic drink that you’ve probably never taken for a test drive. I think this will be a bit of a revelation.
I remember hearing a country song when I was little. I was very young and I’ve never — then or since — been much of a country music fan, but you accept Art where you find it, and the lyrics have stayed with me for 50 years.
The singer — I think it was Roy Clark — sang about the sad realization that love has died between him and his woman. He watches her pack her bag with tears in his eyes, then drives her to the bus station. He watches her get on the bus, and then, in words that have haunted me for more than half a century:
…Now we’re here at the station
And you’re getting on
And all I can think of is
Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone!
Featured photo: Greyhound. Photo by John Fladd.