All in Snack
For the last week or so, I've been in Clermont, Florida training with fellow pro triathlete and mom, Sarah Haskins. We've been putting in some great training hours and some fun baby playing hours - Sarah's six month old and Amy could not be happier together.
As much as I love ice cream, my favorite dessert has always been fresh fruit. It’s what we had for dessert every night growing up. Our dad would go to three grocery stores searching for the freshest fruit he could find and always kept the house stocked with oranges, melons or whatever was in season.
purely elizabeth's Oatmeal Cherry Chocolate Cookies
When it comes to baking gluten-free cookies, I tend to stick to mixes. I figure, if someone has taken the time to figure out a mix of ingredients that make gluten-free cookies taste like the real thing, just go with it. I came to this conclusion after spending the time and energy to make gluten-free cookies from scratch.
I have something to confess. I've gotten into the habit of devouring embarrassing amounts of chips after long days on the bike. Last weekend, I knocked back an entire bag of Sea Salt Lundberg rice chips, including all of the crumbs. Even though I can justify all day long that I deserve those 600 calories of salty carbs, I know my body needs more nourishment than that after a 4 hour ride. 
Most of my bike routes around New Paltz involve riding through orchards. They are everywhere. And starting in September, they start to come alive with apples and out-of-town apple pickers. The extent of my picking is usually jumping off my bike mid-ride to grab an apple or a pear off the tree.
One of the best things about summer in New Paltz is that the produce is so fresh that little has to be done to turn fresh picked veggies into a meal. Take this simple tomato and basil salad, for example. All you have to do is slice a few heirloom tomatoes and toss a handful of sungold gold tomatoes and fresh basil leaves on a plate. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and you’ve got the perfect BBQ side dish.
Most pro triathletes spend the winter at training camp, putting in grueling hours of work in order to prepare for the upcoming season. Instead of spending my days trail running, going on group rides and smashing swim sets, I spent the winter recovering from a C-section and waking up at in the wee hours to feed my newborn daughter. For the first time in my career, I kicked off the racing season while easing into training—slowly and solo.
