Bone Broth Like a Boss

I first noticed the new It Girl after taking a pricey and humiliating movement class. Not sharing the class details but understand—similar results could be more economically obtained by purchasing a plane ticket, then drinking directly from an equatorial sewer pipe.

Anyway, after class, during that milling around and finding-your-shoes time, a woman caught my attention. It was not her sinewy, sweat-enriched back that drew my attention—it was the way she open-throat glugged out of a clay bottle. Continue Reading