No secrets here: I love soup. I’m comforted by the aroma, the motion of warm broth seeking the chilled crevices of my body…
Triathlons, I learned on Saturday, are a beast unlike even the marathon. Leg fatigue characterizes both, but the heaviness in a run after…
The cereal namesake of this recipe occupied many a childhood bowl. Really, even teenage and college-year bowls. So, in homage, I went full-circle…
I ran for those who can’t. I am beyond joyful that my leg and all circumstances besides allowed me to virtually race the…
One fine day in quarantine, I grew inspired to make my own tortillas. I happily did not botch them. Naturally, what transpires after…
More miles than I intended, including a very difficult but character-building half marathon, and some serious saddle-soreness after a long Saturday endurance ride…
Muffins dominate the Venturing East sweet treat arsenal. This is my second recipe of the sort. That’s because muffins are so wonderfully diverse:…
Never before have I completed a virtual race. As a general, I don’t find myself motivated to bust out my best guns without…
Sunday sauce. I’m typing currently with a rather airy franticness circulating about my brain. I should probably pause and stoop into Child’s Pose…
Apparently, when faced with extra time I like to pretend I’m an Olympic hopeful. Training has honestly driven me through most of my…
