When we lived in Florida, I would suck the juice out through a dime-size hole, eat all the membranes, and then, if I’d managed to do all that without tearing the skin, dry the rind to make a toy.
When I was rail-thin, it had nothing to do with discipline . My favorite training ride had a stop for ice-cream candy bars and real buttermilk in the middle, and I usually carried my special “high-calorie muffins”.
When we lived in Florida, I would suck the juice out through a dime-size hole, eat all the membranes, and then, if I’d managed to do all that without tearing the skin, dry the rind to make a toy.