Pulp non-fiction

When I drink orange juice, I like to have things floating in it. By things I mean chocolate chips, mini plastic boats, wolf/dreamcatcher T-shirts or, of course, the fleshy part of a citrus fruit:
PULP.

There is an unfortunate perception that most people like to withhold baby bodies of fruits inside of their beverages. Growing up, even my mother would usually buy "No Pulp" OJ Simpson.
Some pulp playa hatas say they resent the texture pulp gives their juice; others deny the Holocaust ever happened.


It is obvious to the Food blog that hatred of pulp stems largely from its lack of representation not only in American politics, but also in the mainstream media. Probably if more people understood the complexity and diversity that pulp is, they could learn to love having it digest in their bodies.

The word pulp, of course, refers to any mass of soft tissue. I'll bet you need to blow your nose now.