I haven’t done a daily eats post in a while, so I thought it was time.  Plus, I need to flex my photoshop muscle again and write on some stuff.  That doesn’t really make any sense but let’s just go with it.

It’s been a little rainy for the past two days here in New York.  While my Dad responds by stealing my camera and running outside to take a picture of our foggy block…
…I respond by developing a really cute stye, and have to switch from contacts to glasses.  I don’t not resemble Harry Potter.

Last week I completed a 3-day Blueprint cleanse, which went really well aside from the whole situation where I got so sick I spent practically half the night on the bathroom floor the night before my best friend’s wedding.  But I’ll save that story for another post. I felt great during it, and wanted to keep drinking the juices while eating food like a normal person.

Lunch.

For dinner, I had a vegetarian 3 (5?6?) bean chili, that was one part soup mix, one part canned beans, one part V8.  I threw it all in a pot and crossed my fingers.  Don’t forget to write down that really specific recipe for this chili that I just gave you.

For dessert, my Dad made some banana bread that was “organic.”  He just kept saying “it’s organic, it’s organic,”  and then just started throwing out words like “gluten free, vegan, sugar free” which is code for “I am so tired of having a daughter who questions every hydrogenated oil morsel I eat, so I’m just going to keep saying this is organic because that basically means it’s healthy and so hopefully she’ll shut up and just eat it.”  

That I did.  I couldn’t turn down organic banana bread, now could I?

Some other kind of exciting news – I think I may have broken my Starbucks addiction… for the time being.  I don’t want to make a big deal out of it because I have a strong feeling that I will be crawling back to that siren soon enough, but for now, I’m drinking green tea in the mornings. Let’s see if I can keep it up.

To end this post, here is photo of my parents staring at their newly refurbished light for the Montauk house, as if it were a child that just won a gold medal in the 100 meter freestyle.  That’s fine.

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