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You NEED to Add This Spice in Your Life!

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This past Friday I was thinking of the perfect “Friday Night” dinner…
Homemade…MAC N CHEESE.

I wanted to add a little bit of a twist to the dish, and I was a little nervous if John Zach would like it but he said it was his favorite mac and cheese ever! He said he would eat it 3 days a week every week and never get sick of it…so I just HAD to share this!


Here is my Spicy Mac N Cheese: In a cast iron skillet (of whatever skillet you have, Zach just loves cast iron skillets so that all we have haha) – -Melt 3 tablespoons of butter -In a small bowl on the side mix together 1/4 cup of breadcrumbs, 2 tablespoons of parmesan cheese and take one spoonful of the melted butter in your skillet and add it to the breadcrumb mixture. Set aside. -In your hot skillet add 1/4 cup flour and mix it with the butter. -Add 3 cups of milk, stir together. -Add in 2 cups of elbow macaroni noodles and let cook until al dente. -When noodles are cooked, remove skillet from heat and add: 1/2 teaspoon dry mustard …

What Can I Say...What Can I Do...

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Watching someone grieve is heartbreaking.

We have this tendency to want to fix the problem, say something and hope it’s meaningful; sometimes you just have to sit and watch as the tears fall.
I work in the Oncology Department at St. Vincent Hospital, if you’re not sure what that means, its cancer. I work with people who have cancer. I watch people as they hear their test results, their new diagnosis. I watch people put a smile on their face and endure the pain. I watch people and family members come to the realization that they or their loved one is dying. I watch people die. And I watch as the tears fall.
As I watch others grieve, I grieve too. I desperately want to fix the problem, and I want to say something that helps them feel okay even if it is just for a few minutes. I can’t stand to watch something so horrible unfold. But I have to. This week has been so difficult as I watch this poor girl younger than I am go through the news of a terminal diagnosis that doesn’t give her muc…