I once brought a bag of clementines to a friend’s gluten-free potluck. Someone looked at me like I’d smuggled in a loaf of sourdough. “Are those safe?” they whispered, pointing with a fork. I had to resist the urge to peel one and dramatically declare, “Behold! A carb without the grain!”
It was a moment that summed up modern life: we’re all so terrified of hidden ingredients that we start suspecting fruit. My other friend, who eats gluten like it’s a hobby, looked on in confusion. “Since when are oranges not okay?” he asked, mouth full of sandwich. Good question, Greg.
The takeaway? Oranges are the alibi witnesses of the food world. They were there, they didn’t do anything wrong, and everyone just needs to calm down and enjoy the vitamin C.
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Let’s talk about orange-flavored things. An actual orange? Fine. Orange candy, orange soda, or orange-flavored yogurt? Now you’re in enemy territory. It’s like the difference between a horse and a unicorn—one exists, the other is a sugary fabrication with potential gluten.
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I once ate an “orange” gummy bear and felt a mysterious belly rumble. Was that gluten, or just the shame of eating ten of them? Probably the latter, but it reminded me: processed food is where the danger hides. The fruit itself is a saint.
If you’re ordering orange chicken at a restaurant, you’re no longer eating an orange. You’re eating a battered, fried, saucy morsel that probably isn’t gluten-free unless you specifically ask. The orange in that dish is just a witness to the crime.
