Ugh, readers, don’t hate me. But I did it. Yup. I broke the cleanse. For my (lame) excuses continue to paragraph 2. To skip such excuses, move on to the last paragraph.

Yoga and Lake Sonoma
Ok. My girlfriends and I have been planning this trip to San Francisco for quite some time, well before the cleanse was even imagined. In December we talked about making a girls trip to Sonoma and Napa Valley for the obvious: wine. Upon arrival, I bargained with myself, “If you stick to the cleanse the rest of the trip, it is perfectly acceptable to enjoy some wine with these lovely ladies. I mean, the wine is LOCAL.” Without anyone there to tell me no, and after getting the thumbs up from my detox-partner-in-crime via text, I was on my way to a beautiful Californian buzz (as well as some drunken yoga along Lake Sonoma pictured above).
Yet, wine soon became my gateway drug to another binge of sorts on my last morning in the city at Tartine, a perfectly divine bakery in the The Mission. And wouldn’t it be nice if I could list one baked good I devoured and not look like such a jerk? Sadly, I can not, as we ordered many different flaky, creamy, buttery and powdery delectables off the menu, rotating the plates between the four of us the best we could. I almost cried when I bit into the ham and cheese croissant.
“Nora, what’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
“I just…I…I just haven’t had cheese in SO LONG!”
Then, before I knew it, I was back on a plane turning down the complimentary juice I knew had added sugar and the snack I knew had preservatives.
Now, what I am about to explain might mean nothing more to you, as the reader, than this blogger’s weak attempt at justifying her inability to hold herself accountable to a 21 day cleanse in the toughest of circumstances. However, I would still like to argue that, even though I technically broke the cleanse, sharing wine and croissants with college friends who now live far, far away, is its own kind of cleanse. The conversations we held while shoved in to a crowded corner at Tartine, were not conversations I could have just anywhere with just anyone. It felt unexpectedly necessary to open up to other human beings. Surrounded by friends who saw me through some of my darkest times and still love me today despite it all, spurred the same rejuvenating and healthful results any old cleanse would, but better. Like a cleanse of the soul, if you will. So, no. I do not feel guilty about a little wine, a (few) baked good(s).

The ladies at Lambert Winery
My girlfriend, Bridgett, who played hostess for us the whole weekend, outdid herself in the kitchen (per usual). She is almost done with her natural chef program so she had many raw and cleanse-friendly dishes with which to fill our bellies all weekend long. My favorite dish was the raw chocolate brownie found in Snog: Healthy Treats Cookbook which you should definitely thumb through the next time you hit up your local bookstore or, for you modern day folk, amazon.com.
Here are a few other books from Bridgett’s bookshelf you should check out:
Good to the Grain
Intolerant Gourmet
Super Natural Every Day
Cooking Under Pressure