I'm on the fifth day of the Master Cleanse, where you eat no food but only drink cayenne pepper-maple syrup-lemon juice and do an onerous salt water flush daily. Crazy perhaps, but it helps undo the damage from all those martinis and Black Iron Horseradish Cheddar Burgers.
Ethan and I have done this the past few years and I've noticed I get less colds and flus, and that for a while afterward I feel very clean and light. But I've always stopped at five days before. This time I plan to do the recommended minimum of ten if I can stand it. Wish me luck.
I have been having psychotic dreams about food. Last night I dreamed Ethan was spoonfeeding me curried chicken salad. I woke up with a sore jaw from grinding my teeth.
This is a fabulous post about lunch at Per Se, one of the most expensive restaurants in New York.