“O-O-O”

Today I guest posted at Honest Aromas, sharing my childhood memory of being forced to drink oil of oregano-laced orange juice. In my mom’s defense, I never got sick.

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Hello everyone! Hannah here. Today’s post is about the essential oil that scarred me for life: Oregano (Origanum vulgare).

I say this a little tongue in cheek, but it’s a little true too. When my siblings and I were little, Mom (Julia), in an effort to do the best for our health, would put oil of oregano in our orange juice, and then proceed to pretend it was normal.

Little six-year-old me would look at the oily film over the surface of my juice and refuse to drink it. I knew what she’d done, and I knew that oily, pizza-smelling orange juice wasn’t normal.

But oregano’s health benefits overruled my palate, and Mom made me drink the pungent juice every morning. I grew to hate oil of oregano, so much that I hated to even hear the name. I insisted that everyone refer to it as “o-o-o” in my…

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