Welcome back to our Summer Cookout Series. I’m keeping this edition short and sweet since we’ve been busy getting the word out aboutHungry as Hell over the last week. But that doesn’t mean this recipe is short on flavor. This week we’re grilling up a fat-ass sandwich that is perfect for a lite summer dinner or as finger food for a backyard party. To make this show stopping sammie, you’re gonna need a big, flattish loaf of bread like a ciabatta which will hold up best during grilling.

Author’s note: Blake and I met in 2020, during COVID, as my nonprofit organization was looking to help surge healthcare professionals into the fight against the pandemic. One of the key challenges was identifying and verifying user credentials. Enter ID.me; Blake and team offered to do it for the healthcare facilities who were vetting our volunteers - and incredibly, to do it for free. His heart for service runs deep. I’m excited to share his story - the ID.

You probably have seen many kinds of visible weights, they can be measured. But there is one invisible weight, it cannot be measured, and it is the heaviest. Another strange thing is that it is also deeply hidden in the deepest layer of people’s hearts. Guilt is a profound weight that often becomes a heavy burden, weighing many of us down. It's an invisible weight that is felt only by the person carrying it, unless they decide to express their feelings and share their burden with others.

I reject the idea that there are “bad” feelings. When people describe “positive” and “negative” emotional experiences, they are usually speaking about a different continuum: comfort. There are some mental states that are incredibly hard to tolerate. This is particularly true when we haven’t developed the requisite skills to understand, manage, and express what is happening in our heart during difficult moments. Referring to emotions as “bad” or “negative” assigns a value to internal experience.

I’m not the type to say “I told you so.” I am however, the type to say “I fucking knew it!” which is wholly different when you really think about. Back in late October/Early November (before I went to Dublin and was involved in domestic terrorism, and also before I went to Amsterdam and my hotel caught fire) Hollywood was a-buzz with a new haircut from none other than Harold Styles.