A few weeks ago, we took a long weekend to Yellowstone + Island Park. We spent three days touring around Yellowstone National park and saw more beautiful scenery and steamy geysers then we knew what to do with. It was my first time but Camden had been a bunch as a kid so he told us all about his childhood memories … seeing bears, fishing, hiking … classic boyhood adventures.
Time has slipped away from me and taken this blog with it. Good news though. In seven-ten days, Chalk White Arrow will be getting a new look on a new platform. It’s really time to freshen things up and start new. Time for more frequent blog posts placed on a modern and simple layout. Speaking of time, we took this weekend vacation up in Deer Valley / Park City almost a month ago?!?! I can’t believe it’s been that long.
On our trip, Jude suddenly decided to become a pro napper and pro eater, so we spent a lot of time hanging out at the lodge. It had gorgeous views of a lake and ski slope … let’s just say, I’m not complaining.
It was still the off season in Park City, so it was really pretty quiet walking up and down main street. We ate at Vinto for lunch one day and we’re actually the only people in there. Jude took it upon himself to become very well aquatinted with our cute waitress. We kept our weekend erring on the side of low-key. We walked the streets during the day, stoping in at eateries for lunch, window shopping at funky shops, and taking lots of breaks for naps. We rented a few movies and takeout during the evenings and got plenty of sleep. Kramer loved running around the lake and having large windows inside he could watch out of. It was a really beautiful weekend.
My mom came over the other night to help me with some “crucial” design decisions … life or death type decisions … like do my couch’s legs need to be two inches taller? Anyway, she brought over dinner, like moms love to do, and I was surprised to learn how extremely simple her meal really was. Camden and I made it again the other night … It was just as good as I had remembered it. I’m at a loss for a super clever name to call this dish at the moment so let’s just call it what it is: pesto basil pasta with shrimp and asparagus. Recipe below 🙂
You will need:
raw shrimp (without shells and veins)
Buitoni pesto with basil sauce
extra virgin olive oil
reduced balsamic vinegar
salt and pepper
Place oven on broil setting.
On a baking pan, place desired amount of shrimp (so each person can have about 7-10 in their bowl). Brush with melted butter and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Broil shrimp about four inches away form the heat source for about 4-5 minutes. Set aside.
Bring water for pasta to a boil. Add a little extra virgin olive oil and a few pinches of salt. Boil desired amount of pasta for about 7 minutes or until al dente. Drain pasta water and return to pot.
While cooking pasta, place asparagus on baking sheet, drizzle with extra virgin olive oil, and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Broil asparagus for about 7 minutes. Remove from oven and drizzle reduced balsamic over top.
Combine; pasta, shrimp, and Buitoni pesto sauce. Season with salt and pepper as needed. Serve in a bowl topped with asparagus.
These photos are great representations of the difference between our morning energy levels. He wakes up bright and early ready to get his move on, I wake up ready to sit in a heap until I can muster up some sort of movement. Jude prefers to spend his mornings, climbing in and out of things, standing up and down, crashing toy cars, banging his maraca while crawling back and forth on the hardwood floors … I however, a little bit slower moving, prefer to lazily make breakfast, lay in bed, sleep. So every morning when I hear the waking babbles of my Juder-bug at the modest hour of 6:00 a.m., I’ll quietly lay in bed with the smallest of hopes that he will again be quiet and find sleep once more even if just for fifteen minutes longer . This morning was different, however. Yes, it was still very early and yes, I did still awake to the sweet morning coos of the baby Jude. But this morning, he distinctly called out “mama?” “mmmmm.” “mamamamama?”. A first word! And a “mama” at that! This morning his “mama” gave me all the energy I could ever need plus more.