Through a series of unfortunate events beyond our control, plans for amusement park visits this summer have been called off not once but three times. Mind you, these were successively planned visits that had to be cancelled for varying reasons; we would not actually have gone three times.
Kate had a trip scheduled with a friend to Seabreeze. That fell through. She scheduled another one. That dematerialized. She pinned her last hope for thrill rides and hours in a water-park on Darien Lake tomorrow. That one is not happening either.
Normally I could not care less. My neck does not like riding in the car for very long, let alone on roller coasters. Kate, however, had been looking forward to each of them in turn, and prospects of a successful re-scheduling before the school year begins are looking terribly slim given our schedule for August and early September. She has been deeply disappointed. No one’s fault, any of them. She does not blame anyone. But it still stings. Reality bites.
Truth is, stuff happens around us all the time that prevents us from following through with even our best-laid plans, and learning to roll with that and make do with what we are left is a hard lesson this summer for one 14½ year-old. It has not been much fun from my perspective either.
Caramel-pecan bars, however, do not bite. This recipe (Sharon Tyler Herbst, The Joy of Cookies), like so many others in this book, is not for the faint-of-heart. Literally. Rich is not a big enough adjective. Gooey and creamy and Rich! combined begin to provide just descriptors. Not unlike turtle candies, easy to make, lots of butter, brown sugar and 2½ cups of pecans. Yummm. They sweeten the bitter just a little, even as they narrow the arteries.