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And speaking of juice...

Have you noticed the absolute wealth of orange juice varieties lately? One can stand, paralyzed with indecision, in front of the juice case for hours. There's juice with extra-antioxidants, extra calcium, extra Vitamins; there's juice with low acid, low sugar, and low pulp. My criteria is: Must be on sale, and must have no pulp. (It's not so much that I dislike pulp; it's that my little brother used to call pulp "zits," as in, "Ewww, there are zits in my juice." See, now you don't want to drink juice with pulp either, do you?)

So that is how I ended up purchasing orange juice with added Omega-3 this week. After I got it home I glanced at the ingredients, wondering exactly how they got the Omega-3 into the juice anyhow. The list was: Orange juice from concentrate, anchovy and tilapia oils. These last had an asterisk which led to the following helpful note:

"Ingredients not found in regular orange juice."

Really?

Comments

aimee said…
Let me know if it tastes a little fishy to you...:)

Did I block out the part where bro called the pulp zits? I don't drink it with pulp either. Is this why?
2:48 PM
H Noble said…
Thanks for the visual, but I still buy extra pulp. J and I like to chew our orange juice. ;)
Actually haven't had OJ since getting pregnant though, b/c the nausea and now the heartburn do not make such pleasures worth it!

And don't listen to Casey. He was your little brother after all!
H
8:54 AM
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