I love brunch. Wait, EVERYONE loves brunch. As a hyperactive food-loving child even the slightest whisper of the ‘B’ word would send me crazy. Probably because back then brunch was one of those begrudging “oh, alright then…” meals, which usually resulted in a huge stack of syrupy pancakes and a very happy seven year old.
Porridge Cafe “Just one last treat” she says, shoveling another spoonful of peanut butter into her mouth… That has been my life for the last week as I prepare for a harrowing three weeks of detoxing. Before you get all judgemental on me, no this is not a juice, water, or weird maple syrup/cayenne