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.
After a holiday season filled with gustatory delights composed from an excess of cream, sugar and butter, it’s natural to want to scale back a bit. Now, I’ve never been one to deny myself a treat or two; a rare day passes when something sweet or rich (or lucky me, both) does not pass my lips, asceticism just isn’t my style. With that said, it’s hard to ignore the general trend of eating a bit more consciously this month.