Twisty

Sizzling!

Whenever I put Splenda in my coffee, it sizzles.

Is that something I should, like, be worried about?

A Very Special Tribute

A few years ago, I made a New Year’s resolution to not drink soda unless it was diet. The purpose of this was to wean me off an eight-can-a-day ginger ale habit I got myself into in college, thereby dropping a whopping 900 calories from my daily intake.

So, I trained myself to embrace the wonderful world of artificial sweeteners.

Since then, I’ve been very good about keeping my promise. My only weakness is Orangina.

For those of you who may not be familiar, Orangina is a type of French soda made of carbonated water, sugar, orange juice and orange pulp. Despite my dislike of French imports and icky pulp, I have a near religious reverence for this tasty orange beverage. I also like that you’re encouraged to shake it even though it’s a carbonated beverage. Not knowing if you’re going to be covered in a spray of sticky orange goo adds to the thrill of cracking open a bulb-shaped bottle.

In case you’re curious, here’s a little more info:

Orangina, originally named Naranjina, was created in Spain in 1936 by Dr. Trigo. An entrepreneur named Leon Beton was looking for a way to use the oranges in his vast orchard, so he bought the drink from Trigo and renamed it Orangina. (Check out this page for more Orangina scoopage.) It has grown since then to become France’s market leader in fruit-flavored soft drinks.

If your French is better than mine (a very easy feat), visit the official Orangina Web page.

Finally, it’s nice to know I’m not alone, it seems this person has even set up a low tech but incredibly passionate Orangina tribute page.

Man, I wish I had a bottle right now.

Maybe J and I should start planning that return trip to Paris.