atonement salad

One thing about New Orleans was that everything I put in my body was either fried or alcoholic (alligator! shrimp! pimm’s cups! beignets! nachos! slurpees that tasted like Hawaiian punch mixed with gasoline and made it absolutely necessary for me to pass out for three hours in the middle of the day!). Have returned to clean living with a vengeance.

Lunch this week: 2 big handfuls of baby spinach + 1 peach, chopped + feta cheese + walnuts+ a couple of slices of turkey.

And I don’t even need a nap afterwards.