I LOVE Orangina. Anyone who knows me, is aware of this. But love isn’t even enough to describe the way I feel towards this wonderfully effervescent beverage. At one point in my life, I was borderline dependent on Orangina. I’ve cut back since then, but my attachment to this drink will never fade. I bring this up because Logan and I were discussing food addictions, not to be mistaken for one who is addicted to food in general, but one who is so entranced by one single food or drink that they can’t help but indulge in it, whatever it is, whenever the opportunity presents itself. Why do some people get so attached to certain foods? Is it genetic? Is there some additive in the food which makes us slave to it? Just to give you a little insight into my past addiction, I used to drink two liters of Orangina, EVERY DAY!
Doing the math, that equates to 14 liters of Orangina a week, 56 liters a month, 672 liters a year. Looking back now, I think I may have come close to reaching 672 bottles. I had drank enough 1 ltr. bottles of Orangina to line them up around my kitchen twice! One would think I would’ve gotten sick of it quickly, but there is just something about it that I couldn’t stay away from. When I shook up that bottle, fresh from the fridge, twisted off the cap, and placed it to my lips, the sensation of soft fizzing bubbles dancing on my tongue was sheer bliss. It sounds crazy I know, but I firmly believe that that first sip of Orangina, with it’s orange rind textured bottle, was to me what that next hit of heroine is to a junkie. That illustration may be strong, but that was the hold Orangina had on me for a few years in high school and college. These days, my love for Orangina hasn’t diminished in the least, I just realized the need for balance (although I still buy a bottle at every gas station or deli I can find it at). So why was Orangina such a strong force in my life? It may be the fact that I’ve grown up with it. Since I can remember my family and I have been drinking it. Before I was a year old, we moved to Luxembourg, and I think that is when I started drinking Orangina, seeing as we were just a stones throw from France.
I have noticed though, other people who are wildly loyal to Orangina. You don’t really see this kind of devotion to Sprite or Pepsi where people genuinely love the culture and history behind their favorite drink. Orangina drinkers take their beverage of choice very seriously. If an establishment doesn’t carry Orangina and tries to swap it for San Pelligrino’s Aranciata, or even worse Fanta, that is an outrage, like they think the two drinks are interchangeable like Coke and Pepsi. No, Orangina is not just another soda, it has a personality, a flavor all it’s own, many have copied, but there is only one. But I digress, what we’re interested in finding out, is your past or present food addictions. Of course, they don’t need to be as extreme as the example I’ve just shared, it can be any food or drink that captured your undivided attention for some period of time. Oh and by the way, I highly suggest everyone who has never tried Orangina, to get moving and find some! On the east coast it can be found in some Whole Food’s, Publix’s, Trader Joe’s, Fresh Market’s, as well as many gas stations, deli’s and bodega’s up north. Happy hunting!