I mean, leave it to me to do the whole “empty nest” thing completely wrong.
I’ve been bitching and moaning about my anticipated empty nest since last May. I think everyone on the planet knows by now that my younger son, PurDude, had narrowed his college acceptance choices down to 2, Georgia Tech and Purdue, both 600 to 900 miles away. If you haven’t read this blog lately you can still probably guess from the name I use for him what his final choice was .
My older son, College Boy, is a sophomore this year. College Boy attended our state university’s main campus last year and would come home once every 4 to 6 weeks, mostly to clean out my pantry, but I got my share of hugs and kisses in while he was here. I’ve gotta say that I enjoyed this arrangement, it was a monthly trade-off I was happy to make.
I was actually happy that PurDude would be attending a week long Boiler Gold Rush program for freshmen. As much as I would have loved having another week with him, what a great idea to be at school a week early with other freshmen involved in fun activities, learning the campus, getting his room set up the way he wants it and getting to know his roommate.
It also allowed me to go from 2 sons here to just one before school started for College Boy one week later. You know, ease into the whole “empty nest” thing.
I had just started to adjust to seeing so many of PurDude’s belongings gone from my house. I still hadn’t made any headway in expecting to hear him come in the garage door. And then the week was gone in a flash and school was starting for College Boy.
But he didn’t leave.
Ummm. Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure that’s not how this whole “empty nest” thing is supposed to work. I’m almost positive that food is supposed to stop disappearing in the middle of the night, messes should stop showing up on every surface, music would not be playing at 1:00 am, my car would be returned to my possession, cell phones would no longer go off at 2:00 am. I could even walk around in my underwear and go to the bathroom with the door open.
That’s how it works, right? Where did I go wrong with my expectations?
Caramel Apple Angel Cake
No, College Boy didn’t drop out of school.
He did decide that he didn’t like living in the city where the university’s main campus is. There’s a campus in our city, about 1/2 hour from where we live and he transferred there. Many of his friends went back to the main campus but many also transferred as well.
When the transfer discussion came up, College Boy said that he wanted to move into a house with friends. We told him that since he doesn’t have a car and probably never will since his vocabulary doesn’t extend to the word “saving”, we felt he should live on campus for a semester and show that he can manage his finances. After that we’d help him with off campus housing.
The other definition College Boy has a problem with is the word “deadline”. He thinks it’s more of a “guideline”. It rarely is.
He had to go to orientation, meet with an Advisor, sign up for housing, and order his books. He made it to the last Orientation session only due to my hucking (Jewish for nagging). He finally signed up for housing 3 weeks before school started, saw an Advisor 2 weeks before school started and ordered his books 4 days before the first day. Apparently I need to take a refresher course in hucking. I wonder if they offer one on the campus College Boy will be attending, I can ride in with him. In my car. Because it seems that they put a hold on your account until you see an Advisor. Meaning that his housing request did not go in until his courses were chosen and by then the dorms were full.
I’m sorry, full? Noooooooooo. There must be space somewhere. A broom closet maybe? The laundry room? Maybe I need to start hucking the housing office.
College Boy’s friends won’t be moving into a house until around October. If he wants to join them I won’t be paying for it and I’m not sure he can afford it. You remember I just told you about that whole saving issue. So for now he’ll be living in my not-s0-empty nest, driving my . . . well, should be mine . . . car, and I’ll be peeing with the door closed a little longer.
Karma is, in fact, a bitch. All that whining and complaining about my upcoming empty nest that I put out there in the universe?
I take it back.
Caramel Apple Angel Cake©www.BakingInATornado.com
1/2 stick butter
¾ cup brown sugar
1/8 tsp salt
1/2 cup heavy cream, divided
OPT: ¼ cup Cinnamon Bun Vodka
1 Angel Food Cake, store bought or home made
8 apples, cored and sliced
2 TBSP stick butter
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp nutmeg
OPT: ½ cup chopped walnuts or toffee bits
*Whisk ½ stick of butter with ¾ cup of brown sugar and the salt in a medium sized pot over medium heat until the brown sugar is melted and the mixture is smooth. Wisk in ¼ cup of heavy cream and continue whisking while it comes to a boil. Allow to boil for 3 minutes undisturbed. Remove from heat.
*Carefully whisk in the vodka and the rest of the heavy cream. Allow to cool for 45 minutes.
*Melt 2 TBSP of butter in a pan on the stove on medium heat. Add the apples, 1/4 cup brown sugar, the cinnamon and nutmeg. Cook and stir until apples have softened. Set aside to cool.
*Cut the angle cake in thirds horizontally. The easiest way is to turn the cake on its side, insert the knife just to the center, cut and turn the cake. Use the hand holding the cake to hold it together so the piece you’re cutting doesn’t break off. Once bottom third is cut through, remove carefully, place on your serving plate, and cut what’s left of the cake in half the same way.
*Drizzle about 6 TBSP of the caramel sauce over the bottom layer. Spoon about half of the apple mixture over the cake and fill into the center. Drizzle with about 4 TBSP more of caramel sauce.
*Place the middle piece of the cake over the bottom one. Repeat as you did with the bottom layer. Save a little of the apple mixture for filling in the center once you put the top layer on.
*Add the top layer of cake. Fill the center with whatever’s left of the apple mixture. Drizzle with the rest of the caramel sauce. Sprinkle with walnuts and/or toffee bits.
*Store in refrigerator.