Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Easy Lemon Thyme Sauce


Two years ago my sister Rachel took me to Communal and I ate the only dish that I've ever thought to myself, "This is life changing." It was lemon thyme gnocchi. Now, the gnocchi itself was incredible... but it's an intimidating dish, and I don't want to scare people off because the sauce itself is to die for.   If you're looking for a gourmet dish to substitute other boring pasta dishes... this is the sauce to do it. Lemon Thyme Sauce

Ingredients: 


  • 6 tbsp. butter
  • 1/3 cup all-purpose flour
  • 4 cups  milk
  • 1/2 cup mozzarella cheese
  • 2 tsp. dried thyme
  • 1/2 lemon
  • salt 
  • pepper

  • 1. Melt 6 tbsp. of butter in saucepan over medium-low heat, making sure not to brown butter. Mix in the 1/3 cup of flour, and add 1 tsp. of salt. Stir constantly until the mixture, called a roux, forms a dough and pulls away from the side of the pan. Cook roux under a minute.
    2. Add the milk to the roux and  cook, stirring constantly, until the mixture thickens to gravy consistency. Add thyme. Remove from heat and add shredded cheese. Stir constantly until cheese has melted. Add lemon juice according to taste. 
    3. Serve over cooked pasta and feel free to lick your plate clean. 

    Sunday, October 28, 2012

    Surprise Weekend in Provo

    Nik is notorious in his family for pulling surprise visits. (He is also notorious for revealing them before they happen... we'll save those stories for another time) This weekend, Nik's mom was in Utah for a couple days visiting his sister Chelsea and her husband Jack . Eager to live up to his reputation, we headed down to Provo without any warning.

    We spent the weekend eating favorite foods with our family, and crashing the Jack and Chelsea's ward Halloween party dressed as silent film stars. 




    The French toast of Nik's dreams.


    Chelsea nailed it will all her decorations. If you live in Provo and ever need something sewn she's your girl.

    I married the best dance partner.



    Mustache glue makes smiling uncomfortable.

    Friday, October 26, 2012

    Expressions of Love

    As a child, my sisters and I were introduced to a form of morse code created by our mom. Grabbing our hand she would  squeeze three times, representing the syllables"I-love-you.", to which we would repsond with two squeezes questioning, "How-much?", then our mom would crush our hands, meaning "Thiiiiiisssss muuuuuuuch," mustering all her strength to juice any life out of our hands. This was all done in an affectionate manner, of course.

    However, my sisters and I twisted this as an opportunity to torture to one another. We would grasp each other's hands so tightly until it was understood this was a means to subject unbearable pain without getting in trouble. We would leave each other writhing in crippling pain, with buckets of tears welling in our eyes. The excuse being, we were trying to prove you loved them so much it moved them to tears.


    (Lolly, age 3) This child should not have been give a means to express her Hulk-like rage/strength.

    During sacrament meeting, after we'd grown bored of playing chopsticks or the program had no remaining space to color on, we'd grab one another's hands and squeeze "I-love-you," and in response to one another's eager "How-much?" we'd give a lack-luster squeeze roughly translating to, "Meh." Or worse, we would drop one another's hand, implying something much meaner.

    Despite however this family tradition was twisted when we were children, it still remains a very endearing tradition that we still use today, and the husbands added to the Barnard family have been enlisted in participating, as it is a sneaky way to show affection without being obnoxious.

    Notice Rachel's death grip? She's letting Tyler know how loved he is.
    So, if you see Nik and I squeezing the life out of one another's hands savor the sweet expression of love you are witnessing.



    For more (less painful) expressions of love click here.

    Tuesday, October 23, 2012

    Carving into the Second Month of Marriage


    Nik and I are well into the second month of marriage, which pretty much makes us experts. Here's what I've learned so far:

    Being married means going to bed at 10:00 because we don’t have to stay up until curfew every night any more.
    Being married means having a personal dishwasher, garbage disposal, and designated spider killer.
    Being married means the grumps disappear as quickly as your husband can make you laugh.
    Being married means you have a therapist to include all the itty-bitty details of your day to.
    Being married means not being able to go to the dentist because you don’t have insurance.
    Being married means having two families.
    Being married means another layer of spirituality, through couple study and prayer.

    Yesterday, we carved pumpkins with our good friends. The husbands sat on the couch watching the debate, postponing digging into their pumpkins for as long as they could manage. 



    Our final results. Can you guess which is Nik's? I'll give you a hint. 
    Nik ecstatic to find a kitty to hold, and a less enthused cat. 

    Just kidding. 
    JT taking things seriously, Nik stoked off  his batman pumpkin.




    Friday, October 12, 2012

    Farmer's Market & Bustin' Myths and Pans

    Friday date night we attended Rexburg's last farmer's market of the season. The Fall has greeted us with her cooler temperatures sooner than anticipated, but we decided to brave the brisk temperatures. Coats were brought out of our closet, but the evening's chilly weather and wind managed to cut through them.



























    Nik enjoying the chill.























    All I wanted was a hot chocolate. We managed to find enough nickels and dimes in the car.
























    Celebrating the hot chocolate success. (It was short-lived. The milk was unpasteurized, fresh cow milk. Essentially, it encompassed all the negative aspects of whole milk. Too creamy, unnerving texture, accompanied by an overbearing after-taste.)

    Myth: If you place a 13X9 pan on a hot burner, can it handle the heat?

    The answer: No, no it can't. See photo for evidence. (For additional fun see how many hazards you can spot!)

    (Trick question: too many to name)
    (Also acceptable answer: paper recipe left on burner, flammable syrup with lid off next to burner.)


























    Nik and I decided to turn General Conference into a giant sleepover. Out came the mattress from the bedroom, and we spent Saturday in our living room converted into a bedroom.

    Saturday morning, I made German pancakes with the Hill white syrup. Absentmindedly, I left the burner on and placed the glass pan I cooked the pancakes in it. During a talk we heard an action movie explosion in our kitchen. We were greeted with thousands of shards of glass gleaming in the sunlight. It covered the counters, stove, dusted the floor, laid on the table, and found random nooks and crannies throughout the kitchen to burrow itself. Luckily, no one was in the kitchen...the only injuries acquired was Nik split open a finger when cleaning up. (Due to my accident-prone-ess , I was not allowed in a kitchen with that many.) I feel it is necessary to mention that I am lucky that recipe on that sheet of paper didn't catch on fire as well. It's probably time to reevaluate my cooking style.

    Also, yes the German pancakes were delicious. We would have gone for seconds but the remainders were burned and accompanied by glass. Tempting, but we passed.