8 Dec 2011

Shameful Confessions #1: Long Life Orange Juice

I've decided to start yet another series on the blog. My shameful confessions. I'm unlikely to confess to anything particularly serious on here, but I thought it'd be fun to blog my little foibles, bad habits and embarrassing things I like. I will also be taking guest posts so please please please get in touch if you've got a shameful confession you'd like to share!

Today's shameful confession is my secret love - and preference for - long life orange juice:

It's a bit of a bizarre confession by all accounts but basically, I know that we are supposed to only love - and drink - fresh squeezed, not from concentrate orange juice. And I do like fresh juice believe me. But there is nothing quite like a glass, overly full of ice, brimful of orange juice. From those mini bottles that live in the pub fridge.

The nutrition in those little bottles surely must be minimal - unlike fresh juice which apparently counts as 1 of your 5 a day. I am pretty such that you could mix a couple of vitamin C tablets with water + some more orange food colouring, add vodka + ice and I'd neck it easily.

I don't really know why I like long life juice so much. I think it's partly its sharp, synthetic taste - definitely cuts through that eurgh-first-thing-in-the-morning-hangover mouth taste. It also masks even the faint taste of vodka - which is impressive - so much so I can barely tell when I'm drinking a screwdriver cocktail. But perhaps that just makes me a bit of an alcoholic!

I'll still buy huge cartons of tropicana juice and Innocent smoothies and offer them to guests when they come over. No one need know that secretly, at 3am when I want some juice, I'll be drinking the cheap stuff out of the carton!! Shhhhh don't tell anyone :)

What's your shameful confession? Let me know in the comments below - and if you'd like to share it in a big post (anon is fine) get in touch.

Thank you and goodnight

Stupidgirl has left the building


  1. Oh, my confession? I'm in the States, and I am so happy to get my hands on allegedly Creamy Chicken Cup-a-Soup. There is nothing like the undissolved blobs of salty goodness at the bottom to make me happy.

    Needless to say, I love the "Slade in Residence" sketches from Reeves & Mortimer. :)


  2. The only thing that makes the juice taste even better is drinking it straight from the bottle or carton! :-)

  3. I like cream cheese. I'm not proud of it. It's a burden I must bear. In all honesty, I'm lactose dependent. I devour rich,white slabs of congealed milk fat on Wassa crisp bread because the fiber makes it somehow less embarrassing, like celery stalks in a Bloody Mary. Sometimes I buy a brick a day. Okay, so it only costs about $1.50 per (1 euro). It's a cheap fix. but lately I've been eyeing those gold foil wrapped ingots of lethally high fat Plugra (I think that's what they call it) butter. You can tell addicts like me...Our lips are always greasy....Oh, God, I'm so ashamed.

  4. Ooooh lots of naughty food confessions here!

    @billy - nothing to be ashamed of re: cream cheese, mmmmm - do you guys get cottage cheese out there?

    @diana - love love love dairylea, prefer the triangles, which I am sure have no "real" cheese in whatsoever :P

    @Li - yup for sure, that's a whole other shameful confession hahaha

    @rrr - defo! I might have another shameful confession along those lines....stay tuned!