run to eat :: repeat

:: SPRING BREAK—SEE YOU IN JUNE! ::

gang, I’m battening down the hatches for a virtual Spring Break—off the grid for the next 4 weeks

I’ll be busy researching and writing a feature for one of Boston’s magazines, and I’ll give you the full details and a link to the piece once it publishes / (hint: it will include some serious eating/drinking adventures :)

so please keep running and lifting and cross-fitting and cooking, because I’ll still be checking in on you / and otherwise, this isn’t goodbye—I’ll see you guys in June!

xo

5/13: HOME COOKIN’ W/ JOHN

:: steamers (cooked w/ vermouth and onion) + soft-shell crab sliders w/ homemade tartar sauce (mayo, diced sweet and spicy pickles, and a dash of pickle juice) + slaw + potato salad ::

SUNDAY SEAFOOD SPECIAL

what to do w/ the crabs: rinse, wash in egg, dredge in flour, then fry for ~two and a half minutes on each side / then load up the tartar on a toasted bun, position your crabby, and enjoy!

John really crushed it w/ cooking today—this whole meal was his inspiration / I am one lucky lady to share a kitchen w/ him :)

5/12: GLOUCESTER’S TWIN LIGHTS HALF MARATHON

:: 1:53:02, PR! ::

ENDLESS ELEVATION. SO. MANY. HILLS. 8:36 MINUTE MILES, BABY!

NOW LET’S GO DRINK SOME BEERS!!! :) 

5/9 MILEAGE: 4 MILES (SOUTH BOSTON)

// ROUTE: Apt. - A St. - up the stairs to Summer St. - East 1st St. - Farragut St. and back //

:: 63 degrees, rainy ::

6:30 PM: brain was fried, legs jellied, that level of exhaustion where you can feel your sense of focus literally pulling away from you, wrangling from the grip of the back of your eyes as it strains its way toward your neck—loving the work you’re doing, throwing yourself into it when boom, your stamina quits / …let’s go get massages—kneading deep into our shoulders—and we’ll split dessert somewhere afterward, yes??

cut to a thudding, inelegant jog to where East First hits Farragut and I’ve paused to rest and soak in this mild, misty air for a moment when the driver of a passing SUV nods, toots his horn, and signals thumbs-up as he maneuvers the intersection / …I’ve been told I have one thousand doppelgangers in South Boston so perhaps he thought we were pals, or maybe I looked more bedraggled than I can willingly admit, but honey, whoever the hell you were, you lent encouragement right when I needed it—thank you for motivating me into moving like I meant it, to find my form and focus

a virtual nod to all of you guys: keep going, you’ve got this

xo

5/8: HOME COOKIN’

:: homemade spaghetti sauce (w/ chicken sausage, diced tomatoes, onion, garlic, white wine, green pepper and spices) over rigatoni w/ a glass of white while cooking and a bottle of red between us w/ the meal ::

…A people with no sauces has one thousand vices; a people with one sauce has only nine hundred and ninety-nine. For every sauce invented and accepted, a vice is renounced and forgiven. - Ambrose Bierce

5/4 - 5/7: RUNNING + EATING

5/4: whisky gingers and apps w/ Shannon and Ben at West End Johnnie’s (if you’re here to pre-game, show up early before the crowds close in) + Playoff Game 2, Celtics v. Hawks at the Boston Garden—so psyched to see the return of Ray Allen!—followed by nightcaps at the always alluring Lucca in the North End

5/5: 9 MILES along the esplanade—gray, and chilly + biking to Cambridge for yet again, yummy sushi w/ Steph at Thelonious Monkfish / their Gaga Monster roll (pictured) is a mashup of octopus, cucumber, tiger shrimp, kanikama (crab stick), raw tuna, tobiko, and ponzu sauce—a loud and very awesome amalgamation that could have looked insane, yet appeared (and tasted) quite lovely on the plate

5/6: Lone Star Taco Bar in Allston w/ Kate, a newly-opened, neighboring offshoot from the discerning folks of Deep Ellum / their super creamy guac w/ homemade, real-good-level of oily, crunchy corn chips + cocktails mixed w/ mezcal and orange blossom water + corn tortilla tacos that were to die for (grilled avocado w/ griddled queso, and beer battered fish w/ a chili mango aioli) made for an afternoon to swoon into

later, rallied for biking to Parlor Sports, in Inman—a recent back-room conversion of space from the peeps of Trina’s Starlight Lounge—where the Celtics clipped the Hawks from huge TVs and beers ranging from Coors to Dogfish Head Saison du BUFF were swallowed up by the bar / …then a supermoon guided us home!

5/7: 4 MILES + home cookin’ w/ a chill week ahead gearing up for this Saturday’s Gloucester Half Marathon / they’re predicting ~60 and sunny—I’ll take it :)

…I hope you all had a great weekend!