A bit of broccoli rabe detox, perhaps?
This is a pretty common occurrence in my life:
- Go out of town. See lots of people. Schedule every breakfast, lunch, mid-afternoon snack, dinner, and post-dinner drinks time. Eat out approximately six times per day.
- Pants get anxious.
- Don’t exercise nearly as much as at home.
- Pants give warning.
- Bring tons of food on return journey, because there were so many bakeries/restaurants/delis/grocery stores that couldn’t fit in ridiculous vacation schedule.
- Pants begin routine of punishment, particularly when in contact with a very small, hot airplane seat. Discomfort ensues.
- Get home. Experience separation anxiety from kitchen; bake at least three things in the first 36 hours.
- Pants stage a coup; jersey skirts and yoga pants triumph and reign over life for a week or so.
Throw a wedding weekend into that mix – full of celebratory meals and drinks with friends and some of the most amazing cake I’ve ever had – and things are even more out of control. So that’s why I came home craving foods in various shades of green and beverages in various states of not alcohol. (And by that I really mean one particular state of not alcohol, that being: 100% not alcohol.) Read more
