Somehow I haven't blogged in almost a week.
I've been a bit distracted.
Doing what, you ask?
I've been running a lot, out under the glory of all of these fall leaves. In New England, when the weather starts to change, people tend to panic and spend as much time outdoors as possible, knowing that soon we'll all be shut in behind an endless wall of icy snow (or maybe that's just me). With the help of some mama friends and the husband, I've also been able to do more runs without the stroller lately, which is absolutely phenomenal. My back feels amazing, and the time to think and really run hard while not pushing fifty extra pounds is a complete game changer (so, big shout out to my mama posse and my hubs on that one, my body thanks you kindly).
I also just made these S'mores Brownies from Joy the Baker, which were off the charts obscenely delicious. You add a cup of crumbled graham crackers and a pile of chopped marshmallows to an already decadent brownie batter, then toast a dozen marshmallows on the top. Ob.scene. They may also explain why despite all of the said running (I logged almost 20 miles last week!), my jeans are feeling a bit tight. Funny how that works.
Speaking of Joy the Baker + running, she has a podcast series that I've just discovered and I'm slightly obsessed with it. Listening to her and her bud Tracy gab (in a very Seinfeld-esque way) about the "most important unimportant stuff in life" makes my runs go by in a flash. I actually ran an extra mile and a half last week practically by accident because I was so caught up in their hilarity. If you like to listen to podcasts, check these gals out. I just love 'em.
I made some of my super delish Tuscan Ribollita to bring to a friend with a new babe. I hadn't made this soup in awhile, and I must say, it is the perfect soup for the season, and very easy to make. Whip up a pot tonight!
Finally, I've been spending as much time outside with this guy as is humanly possible. I realize that it is just wrong for a self-proclaimed environmentalist to be enjoying this current bout of global warming as much I am, but I can't help myself. Seventy degrees in Massachusetts in November?
Don't mind if I do.
More soon, promise.