One might assume that moving out of one’s parents’ house for the second time in one’s life would be quite different from the first go-round. Perhaps a little more like saying farewell after a brief stay versus cutting the cord that ties you to the first 18 years of your life. Well, I’m here to tell you, it’s pretty much the same.
Surprisingly, flying the coop for the second time in my life evoked a very similar emotional response to the day my parents dropped me off at my college dorm with 2 cars-worth of clothes, a plethora of extremely tasteful hot pink decorations and six over-sized photo collages of all of my best high school memories. You know, the ones I was never going to be able to top? Seniors ’06!
I have grown and changed immensely since that day. I am a college graduate. I have a career. I have proven myself to be independent, both financially and emotionally. And, I have definitely topped all of those high school memories.
So why, as my big moving day approached, the day I had been looking forward to for months, did I start to feel twinges of sadness and nostalgia for the “good-old-days”?
Maybe it was because by moving back into my parents’ house after 6 years away was for me, a way to re-experience the days that we look back on so fondly after we have taken the first steps into adulthood. The days of family dinners and goodnight kisses. Ones with slow Sunday mornings spent with Dad’s blueberry pancakes and the New York Times crossword puzzle. Days with two wet noses that are always game for a good snuggle (so long as at it comes with a head scratch) and an oh-so-comfy leather couch that is molded to my body from 10 years of naps and movie nights.
Can you tell that I’m a bit sentimental? Really, I’m a sucker for these kinds of things.
In reality, what makes it so hard is that when I moved into my parents’ house, I moved Home. And you know what they say about Home. *Sigh*
It’s time for me to put on my big girl pants and venture back out into the world of utility bills and poorly stocked refrigerators.
The exciting part is, I’ve turned the page to a new chapter where I get to create my own home. I’m a homeowner now! I think I need to say that again to convince myself this is reality. I’m a homeowner now.
I’ve 100% caught the bug. My Pinterest feed has suddenly switched from a steady flow of perfectly plated desserts to trendy living room snapshots and home organization hacks. Over the past 2 weeks I’ve spent at least 15+ hours of my life looking at coffee tables online. Who does that?!
Anyway, more to come on the new home. For now, enjoy these Almond Joy Rice Krispie Treats and know I’m so very sorry for neglecting you last week!
These Almond Joy Rice Krispie Treats were a quick & tasty solution to the baking withdrawals that resulted from moving chaos. If you’re a frequent Krispie Treat maker, you’ll notice that I slightly edited the ratio of butter/marshmallows to Rice Krispies. I did this to try to get the texture a little more soft and gooey, in other words closer to the texture of an Almond Joy.
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
- 1 16oz bag marshmallows
- 5 cups rice krispie treats
- 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 cup shredded, sweetened coconut
- 1/2 cup slivered almonds
- Grease a 9x9 inch square pan and set aside.
- In a large pot over medium heat, melt butter and marshmallows. Once melted, mix in the Rice Krispies and stir until well coated.
- Pressed into the greased pan lightly, with a greased spatula.
- In a microwave safe bowl, melt chocolate chips. Spread melted chocolate over the top of Rice Krispie Treats. Reserve 2 tbsp for drizzling.
- While chocolate is still wet, sprinkle half of almonds over the melted chocolate, follow with the coconut and then the remainder of the almonds. Press toppings into the melted chocolate so they will stick.
- Spoon remaining chocolate into a ziplock bag. Use scissors to cut a small amount off of the corner of the bag and drizzle chocolate over the treats for garnish.