Cauliflower Mac and Cheese

Oh my goodness, have I got a taste treat for you! Who would have thought this vegetable could be so appealing and so tasty?!


Turns out you can basically call anything “mac and cheese” with enough cheese sauce covering it.  Please do yourselves a favor and go make this right now.  You can thank me later.


Mac-and-Cheese-Style Cauliflower

Nutritional Information

Serves 8Amount Per 1-cup serving:

Calories 273
Protein 16g
Total fat 16g
Carbs 18g
Cholesterol 94mg
Sodium 314mg
Fiber 4g
Sugars 6g


Get all the creamy, cheesy goodness of mac and cheese—without the high starch content of macaroni. To make your own breadcrumbs, tear firm, fresh bread into pieces and whirl in a food processor or blender until crumbs form.


  • 8 cups cauliflower florets
  • 2 Tbs. butter or margarine
  • 3 Tbs. all-purpose flour
  • 2 cups low-fat milk
  • 1 clove garlic, minced (1 tsp.)
  • 2 cups grated extra-sharp Cheddar cheese
  • 1/2 cup nutritional yeast
  • 1 pinch cayenne pepper
  • 2 egg yolks
  • 1 1/2 cups fresh breadcrumbs


1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Bring large pot of salted water to a boil. Add cauliflower florets, and boil 5 to 7 minutes, or until just tender. Drain, reserving 1 cup cooking liquid, and set aside.

2. Melt butter in same pot over medium heat. Whisk in flour, and cook 1 minute, stirring constantly. Whisk in milk, garlic, and reserved cooking liquid, and cook 7 to 10 minutes, or until sauce is thickened, whisking constantly. Remove from heat, and stir in cheese, nutritional yeast, cayenne pepper, and egg yolks until cheese is melted. Fold in cauliflower.

3. Coat 13- x 9-inch baking dish with cooking spray. Spread cauliflower mixture in baking dish, and sprinkle with breadcrumbs. Spray breadcrumbs with cooking spray. Bake 30 minutes, or until casserole is hot and bubbly and breadcrumbs are crisp and brown.


Moving on

I think we’re finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel with Emmett.  He has been sick for several days now.  It started last Thursday.  He seemed warm but I really didn’t think much of it because he wasn’t acting sick.  Friday he was warm again but also lethargic.  He still had tons of energy, don’t get me wrong, but he just seemed out of sorts for some reason.  By Friday night he seemed like he was just a mess.  His eyes were red, he was pretty needy and super warm.  I decided to take his temperature and it ended up being over 102.2.  We didn’t get a great read on it because he kept moving and finally I gave up after the thermometer hit 102.2.  We called the doc. on call and she told us to refer to our manual that we got when he was just 2 weeks old for dosages on fever reducing meds.  We gave him a dose and put him to bed.  The next several mornings he was very horse and just not as spunky as he usually is.  On Monday Chad took him in to see the pediatrician, I’d say it was more for us than it was for him.  His lymph nodes seemed awfully swollen and I worried a lot about them on Friday night so it was good peace of mind to have a medical professional take a look and tell us there was nothing wrong with him.

Sometimes we need to trust that our bodies are fighting infections and virus’s on their own.  I have found that it’s difficult being a parent of a sick child.  Just seeing him even slightly uncomfortable makes my heart heavy.  I ache for him.  Chad even mentioned last night that if it would take the baby’s pain away, he’d cut of his arm.  It really is amazing how either of us would do anything for this little person.  We have only known him for a short 10 months but he’s stolen our hearts and it seems as though we’d go to extreme lengths to make this little guy as happy and as healthy as humanely possible.  It’s a good feeling to love something so much that you’d give your life up for that little being.  Thank goodness he’s starting to feel a bit better on his 10 month “birthday”.  I’m not sure how much more of this we could handle!

The art of being patient

This morning I sat for Jury Duty.  Ok, I never had my number called but I sat…and sat…and sat.  This morning started early for me.  Last night we had friends over to watch the Oscars and I didn’t end up getting to bed until almost 11pm.  I knew I wanted to workout this morning before Jury Duty because it’s cold here and we received quite a bit of snow yesterday.  I was up bright and early at 5am to work it out on the elliptical this morning.  Afterwards, I rushed to get ready.  Chad took me to the court house and I arrived just before 8:15am.  Unlike the rest of my family, I like to be ridiculously early to everything.  This usually works to my disadvantage.  You see, the problem with showing up early is that 99% of the time, the rest of the party isn’t ready or hasn’t arrived which forces me or you, the early person, to sit and wait.  There really is no win here.  I’m anxious if I’m running late and then if I arrive early, I’m anxious sitting because I can only think of a million other things I’d rather be doing.  When I arrived and got checked in, I wasn’t the only early bird.  The room was half full already but people trickled in well past 8:30am which was the time that was stated that we be there by.  After our orientation ended at about 9am we sat and waited for one of several juries to want us.  I have to be honest, I was crossing my fingers that I wouldn’t be chosen.  But what’s worse?  Being chosen only to go to another room and sit and then know that you’ll be there all day for possibly the next few days or not being chosen which results in more waiting.  Surprisingly, the time went by pretty quickly.  I was only there from 8:30-11:30am but I have my old job to thank for making me so miserable every single day of my life that I had no choice but to sit and be patient and to wait for the clock to strike 4:30pm.  I learned how to entertain myself at that job.  So today I decided to make a choice.  I was going to sit quietly, embrace the fact that I was all alone with no one to talk to, and enjoy every bit of surfing the net and reading my magazine in peace and quiet.  This morning was a good morning.  I have learned that it’s all in your perspective.  The more you dig your heals in kicking and screaming that you don’t want to do something, the harder it’s going to be.  I took a deep breath before entering the court house and told myself that this was going to be 100% me time today and ya know what?  It was.

To the people I’ve lost

I miss him.  I miss his laugh, I miss his smile, I miss his eyes, I miss his hugs.  I miss him so much and so badly that I woke up with tears in my eyes.  Last night I had a dream about my Grandpa Thomas, my mom’s dad.  Even in the dream, he was sick but he was present.  My Grandpa died of Alzheimer’s disease in November of 1995.  He has been gone now for many many years but for some reason time doesn’t heal the pain.  The memory of him fades and I don’t think about him a lot, but when I do the tears come hard and are not easily stopped.  In my dream, while he was still sick, we embraced.  We were visiting my Grandparents at their old house in Overland Park, KS.  Everyone was there on my mom’s side.  My grandpa looked so young.  Even though he was sick, he still knew how to give great hugs.  The dream felt so real.  I’m so thankful for dreams because this is the only time I get to see the people that I’ve lost along the way.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see my grandma much in this dream.  She is gone too.  She passed in August 2012 and hasn’t been gone for long.  It’s odd, I don’t miss her quite as much as I miss my grandpa.  I think it has something to do with the fact that I did get to spend a lot of quality time with my grandma and the last 5 years of her life were very hard to watch.  With my grandpa, I feel as though I was cheated.  I know my grandma felt the same way.  He was taken from her when he was 78 and she was just in her early 60s.  I know she blamed God for this and constantly questioned why God cut their time short.  I also questioned why his time was cut short with all of us grand kids.  Sam, my youngest cousin was only 3 when my grandpa died.

I woke up from my dream, remembering the details that are now quickly fading, and am reminded that life is precious.  Life is short.  Thank you God for letting me see this wonderful man in my dreams last night.  One day we will meet again.

Forcing yourself

For every bad day, there is a great day right around the corner.  On Thursday I had a crummy day.  Friday was better.  I worked out with Julian, I had eggs and toast, I went up to Boulder to have lunch with my mom and aunt and favorite little guy.  These things all helped move me out of my funk.  Today however, I have this brunch meeting that I DO NOT want to go to.  Luckily, we have things like house hunting, and dinner out with family to participate in restaurant week to look forward to once I get this out of the way.  Happy Saturday!


We all have “off”days where we are either sad, upset, angry, hurt or depressed.  Today is my day to be “off”.  Maybe it was my husband telling me first thing this morning that we didn’t have time to go get coffee at a coffee shop like we had planned.  Maybe it’s the snow and knowing that for the second day in a row I won’t be running outside or maybe it was the fact that I stepped on the scale this morning only to see that I had somehow gained 7lbs in 24 hours.  Either way, no matter the reason, I’m feeling sorry for myself today.  I’m sad, discontent, unmotivated and just feel like I’m not myself today.  I’m very fortunate though.  Because ya know what?  I have this guy in my life.  Well actually I have two of them that mean the world to me. The big one could tell there was something oddly off with me this morning and asked what was wrong.  I didn’t really have an answer but stated all the things above to him.  Thankfully, I have him to remind me what I do have in my life and that I’m basically the luckiest women in the world.  I took another look around me, my cozy bedroom, my beautiful health baby boy, my health little pup and my Mr. and thought to myself “he’s right, I’m the luckiest women in the world.”  But sometimes you still have those feelings and it’s ok.  It’s ok to have an “off” day sometimes.  So today, I’m trying to embrace my grumpy, irritable mood and just go with it.  I even found a new way to workout while the snow is falling…

So while I’m waiting for the now fall to subside and my grumpy mood to pass, my favorite little guy and I are going to the mall, stopping at Starbucks to sip a latte and enjoy each other’s company.  At least I can still say I’m grateful, even on days like today.