I’ll admit it. I’ve never been a huge fan of grapefruit. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve avoided the fruit like a big round plague. In order to make it even the least bit edible, I’ve always added a billion tablespoons of sugar. My mother eventually stopped buying them because she realized that Coco Puffs probably had more nutritional value than Grapefruit a la Corinne.

So when I randomly got stuck with a grapefruit this week, I was less than thrilled. Yes, I got stuck with a grapefruit. I can honestly say that I have never had a grapefruit forced into my world, so I’ve never been confronted with how much I dislike it. Alas, I don’t have a food wasting bone in my body, so I shoved it in the fridge and tried to gather the courage to eat the giant ball of sour-yuck (the technical term for grapefruit flavor).

The next day, I was trolling the interwebs for some recipe inspiration and I came across this pretty little blog. I eventually came across this beautiful post about baking grapefruit. Warm and sour sounded better than cold and sour. It also seemed like a great winter recipe. Hey, if I didn’t like it, maybe someone in the blogosphere is a grapefruit fiend. Maybe I would be helping them by giving them the inspiration to try their favorite citrus item in a new way.

This was a good cause. I was doing this for the readers of my vegan recipe blog,  for the world, for the future. Maybe that thought would make it a little easier to swallow.

So I grabbed the fruit from the fridge, sliced it in half and scored it. I dumped two teaspoons of brown sugar on the top (an improvement from the aforementioned billion teaspoons) and broiled it in the toaster oven.

I’ll always admit when I’m wrong, even if it means admitting when something I made didn’t turn out. That definitely wasn’t the case with this one. It’s proabably one of my new favorites for breakfast. The brown sugar seeps in and grapefruit is delightful when it’s warm. I was oh so wrong about you, grapefruit. I’m not to stubborn to admit it.

I thought that maybe my taste buds had changed, so I tried to dive into some raw grapefruit… nope. Still gross. So maybe I was kinda right about you grapefruit.

Have you ever baked your grapefruit? Are you a fan?