In what can only be explained as a temporary bout of madness, Andrew and I spent the last week on a juice cleanse/detox. I’ve never been one for extreme measures; generally speaking I don’t diet, pull all-nighters, or have strongly polarized religious or political views, but rather choose moderation as my default position. And yet, swayed by Andrew’s enthusiasm, and the promise of glasses filled to the brim with juicy nectar, I spent six days feeding our new kitchen beast all the fruits and vegetables it could devour.
The matchbook girl… mixes a mean cocktail. Are y’all familiar with Matchbook Magazine? A self-proclaimed “field guide to a charmed life,” it’s a digital magazine, and a treat I eagerly anticipate reading every month. Fresh and witty, it manages to combine the polish of a more traditional print magazine with the immediacy and relevance of a blog.