My Way of Cooking

So, I've never considered myself much of a cook.  In fact, I've run away from every cooking opportunity that has come my way. But then I got married and discovered that my husband sort of needs my help in the cooking department (gotta maintain that healthy weight!) and so a new talent began to brew (yay for puns).  Now, I'm still no cook, but I am learning and last week I created somewhat of a masterpiece.  I call it Butternut Squash Soup. Very original, I know. And now I will share the recipe.  I wish you the best of luck in your attempt to follow.

Ingredients:

1 Butternut Squash
1/2 medium Onion
Butter
2 cans of chicken stock
Salt
Pepper
Chili Powder
Nutmeg
Cream Cheese
Buttermilk
Mozzarella Cheese

Directions (this is where it gets interesting):

1. You should probably wash the squash. Trying saying that ten times fast.  But if you're like me and are running late for your husband's mission reunion then it is perfectly acceptable to skip this step.  Better yet, make sure there is dirt on it that will make it into your soup. Mmmm. Protein!

2. Cut the squash in half longways and bake at 400 degrees for more than 20 minutes.  I only cooked mine for 20 minutes and it was definitely not soft enough.

3.  While the squash is "cooking" in your oven. Slice the onion and sautee in butter in your pot.  Proceed to burn the onion and make your husband repeat this step.  Add salt and pepper because you realize all recipes call for that.  Rummage through your spice pantry and find two spices that will work together.  Let your nose guide you.  Chili Powder and Nutmeg do not smell good together so obviously they'll taste good together right?

4.  Remove squash from oven.  Realize it is not cooked. Realize you are still late.  Cut the skin off and scoop out the seeds. Gross.  Then chop into cubes.

5.  Mix the chicken stock with the onions and bring to a boil.  Throw in those squash cubes (don't forget some dirt) and pray they cook this way.

6.  When squash is tender, pour entire mixture into the blender.  Don't forget the lid.  Blend until it is a fine liquid.  Realize that soup should be creamy and add cream cheese.  Notice that your husband has eaten most of your cream cheese on his breakfast toast so just add what you have.  Blend again.

7.  Return soup to the pot and reheat. Don't boil.  Notice that your soup resembles baby food more than actual soup.  Search your fridge for a "soupy" agent and find buttermilk. CHECK EXPIRATION DATE.  Good to go.  Add buttermilk until you think it looks like soup.

8.  Garnish with some Mozzarella cheese and you're good to go.

9. Taste test on husband first.  He likes it? Success.

*The events described above did in fact happen and the result was a delicious success.  But if you don't quite trust my way of doing things then pinterest is your place to go for a "normal" recipe.

Ode to A Mama

WARNING:  this post isn't particularly funny or snarky or witty or whatever else you may be expecting but if you want to know true mother daughter love then by all means, continue on.

How do you say thank you to a woman who has given up her life for you? I don't think you can but I'll still try.

For those of you who don't know, a couple months ago in October my mom suffered from a massive stroke.  It happened when she was home alone running--on the treadmill of all places.  It took away her ability to move, to feel, to hear.  In a nutshell it was scary.  She is less than 50 years old.  She's not a smoker.  She was healthy (remember the treadmill?).  She had no high cholesterol or blood pressure.  It snuck up on her when she least expected it and it almost took her life.  But gosh darn it, that woman is a fighter and she decided she needed to stick around.  Looking at her MRI she should be a vegetable at best but if you saw her today you would never suspect a thing.  Doctors marveled and many cried when they saw her.  There were those who were brought to remembrance of God and His hand in all things and more who prayed to Him in gratitude that He didn't take her yet.

It was the first time that I as her child had the opportunity to take care of the woman who had taken care of me these many years.  What a humbling experience to help someone you love who is completely dependent on you.  From doing her hair to fixing her dinner or reading to her I wanted to be there to help her.  From that experience a bond grew between us and made our love and dependence on each other stronger.

A few days after and still a smile on that face of hers.

I'm happy to report that she's still a fighter and continues to improve every day.  She regained movement although her left side is still void of feeling.  She speaks well and walks without a problem.  She's our miracle.

Now with all the craziness of life happening around her including my getting married my mom has yet again turned into a superhero. She never stops going. She never stops giving. She never stops loving. I feel like lately I may have turned into an ungrateful little snot so I want to say thank you mom.  You have always been there for me, and have always had my best interests at heart.  You are my champion and I am forever indebted to you.

Maybe sometimes we don't see eye to eye on everything but love is a powerful thing and it transcends all of that.  It's unconditional. It never ends. I love you.

The woman herself 7 months after.

P.S. Baby you got such great shoes. :)

Happiness is just outside my window

Word on the street is this girl's getting married. Want the details? Read on my friends. Read on.

His name is Preston Byron Alder. He's a Boise boy. I'm in love. You didn't know we were dating? You're not alone.  It all happened so quickly and so perfectly that it could be easy to miss so I'll make sure that doesn't happen.  Our engagement is as follows:

I was leaving for Hawaii in a couple of days and I obviously needed a new swimming suit. He was adamant that he go with me. I was adamant that he should not.  Seriously, who takes their boyfriend swimming suit shopping.  Better yet, who takes anyone with them when they go swimming suit shopping?  He won.  After he suggested that we go to Barnes and Nobles to pick up a gift for his mom for mother's day (my idea by the way). Well if you know me then you know any excuse to go to the book store is a good one even when I've demolished myself whilst shopping for that thing everyone looks flattering in...swim wear.  We walked in and immediately I was healed.  The smell of coffee, the sight of rows and rows of books, and the sound of Michale Buble singing in the rafters was the perfect medication. (Not to mention the handsome man who suggested we go was walking in with me.) We began perusing through the bookstore as one does on such occasions. I was finding my favorite books and smelling them (because I am weird like that) and he was looking for something "special" so we got separated. I soon hear my name being called from across the shop and he tells me to come look at this really cool book about tattoos (not even that cool) when he points to something on the shelf in the art history section (bonus points for placement). It's a cute handmade book titled "The Never-Ending Story" by Preston Byron Alder. I pick it up and look at him wearing a smirk on his face and I whisper (because it is a book store and squealing is usually frowned upon) "Are you kidding me?" He asks if I'm going to read it and so I plop down on a bench and begin reading the sweetest love story of them all--ours. Four chapters outlined the book.  The first chapter began with the first time we met at FHE and encourages all who are reading to attend FHE because it not only strengthens families but it creates them as well. ;) It goes through our courtship and things he loved most about all the time we spent together. He didn't miss a thing. Chapter two is title what I love about Reegan Lake. (That's me in case anyone was confused at this point in the story) Included are hand-drawn pictures of what he loves about me including my hourglass figure (awesome) and my ability to understand and watch sports.  (glad he enjoys them as well) Chapter Three is called why I want to marry Reegan and it is a tender and well-thought out letter about why he wants me to be his wife. The last sentence of the book is, "let's do this baby!" which made me giggle a bit on the inside. Chapter 4 concludes the story with three dots . . .

At this moment I thought I would look up and see him on his knee or he would propose to me there or something but no... Turns out he got a bit scared and there was too many people around (there was people there? I didn't notice...) So instead he says, "Well let's go buy this book for my mom." and we left. Cool. At this point I'm thinking maybe he was just being nice seeing how I was having a bit of a crummy day and I was satisfied with that. :) But then we got to my apartment and opened the door to my main man, Frank Sinatra, serenading us and a beautiful table set up with a nice tablecloth, a candle, some Parisian decorations and of course cupcakes! (Thanks to Bryce for setting it all up) It was at that moment I realized this was it, so naturally I buried my face in my hands and began to cry as any rational woman would do in my situation. I was just too darn happy. When I opened my eyes I saw the thing I wanted most in life--A man looking at me with love in his eyes (is this too sappy? I think not.) He was kneeling on one knee holding a box with my beautifully simple ring and asked me the question. I said yes of course and he slipped that ring on my finger and I haven't stopped smiling since. Frank continued to sing "love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage" as Preston and I danced the night away. We read the book together again and ate a cupcake and talked about what we would do if our kids turned out to be ugly.

And that is the over detailed story of why I am now on a search for which lighting this ring looks best in. 

Turns out happiness is a real thing people! But really I am happier than ever to be engaged to such a wonderful and worthy man. He is everything I could have hoped for and more and I cannot wait until we enter the temple and are sealed for time AND eternity. What a wonderful feeling it is. And so here we go. Let's do this baby.

Jealous yet?