Caramel and Bourbon Waffle Ice Cream Sandwiches

Ok. Let’s talk about being perfect.

No one is.

There, I said it.

I want to be perfect, but I’m not. As you probably know, via my whining on facebook, last week was my birthday. I’m 27. As in, officially late twenties as opposed to mid twenties.  I take my birthday every year to feel sorry for myself for no good reason.  It’s what I do.

I love new years eve for it’s new beginnings and wonderful reflection, but for some reason, when it’s only me, when it’s just my day, it turns out to be a harder reflection.

I tend to like change, I just don’t like to go through it alone. See, at the end of the year, everyone is measuring up what happened, what they want to change, setting goals and making plans.  My birthday, a mid-way point through this annual everyone-get-their-shit-together time, is always a harried, unwelcomed reminder that I haven’t really worked on what I said I would. I usually spend a few days/week to sulk and then I get my shit into power mode.

This year was the hardest one for me.  So much so that I shut you out, because I knew I didn’t have the energy to pretend.  But I am not apologizing for shutting you out.  I am apologizing for not having enough faith in you to know that it’s okay to tell you the truth, even if it isn’t sunshine and puppies.

Because you’re not perfect either.  And you can relate. Sometimes, transition sucks.  Sometimes it’s exciting and glamorous.  This life transition I am going through, it’s real.  It’s chipped fingernail polish, not enough sleep, finding the elusive work-life balance, opening your heart to new people, reengaging with those you love, and taking deep breaths. This is real life, with real life feelings.

It’s beautiful and raw, exhausting and worth it. And it’s the hardest life transition I’ve ever had, because there is no real goal.  There isn’t a finish line, there isn’t a tangible metric that shows success.  It’s life.  There is no next step, there is no 5 year plan.  There is today, and tomorrow, and yesterday.  I am a tomorrow person.  And working to achieve something for today is hard for me.  But I know I need to do it, I know it will make me better, happier, and stronger – more appreciative, and more relaxed.

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I can do this.  So can you.  It might take us 16 batches of waffles, a bucket of wine and a gnarly hangover, but we will get there.  I am sorry for underestimating your ability to understand that I am just plain tired.  Turns out, you’re just plain tired, too.  Please accept my apology in the form of bourbon ice cream and caramel waffles.

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Caramel Waffle Bourbon Ice Cream Sandwiches

By Whitney, July 29, 2013

Caramel Waffle Bourbon Ice Cream Sandwiches

Ingredients:

Instructions:

Heat waffle iron over medium high.  Combine the dry ingredients (flour, sugar, baking powder, salt).  Combine egg yolks, milk and oil.  Add dry ingredients until well incorporated.  Beat the egg whites until stiff glossy peaks form, fold whites into batter. Spray waffle iron with vegetable spray.  Ladle in batter (depends on how big your iron is, but just under a cup of batter for my 4 waffle iron) close iron and cook for 5 minutes, until golden brown and cooked through. To make the ice cream: Stir the milk, cream and brown sugar together in a saucepan over medium high heat until comes to a strong simmer.  In a separate bowl, stir the egg yolks, sugar and salt until the mixture is light yellow.  Temper the egg yolks with the hot milk mixture, and whisking constantly, combine back into the saucepan.  Head until custard is thick, about 2 minutes stirring contantly.  Strain through a fine mesh sieve and cool.  Add bourbon and vanilla before adding to ice cream maker.  Make ice cream and let chill for at least 6 hours before making waffle sandwiches.  Top with caramel.

Love,

Whit

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Whitney is the Founder of Whit's Amuse Bouche, a nationally recognized food and humor blog. When she's not in the kitchen, you can find her with a glass of california cabernet in one hand and a hot glue gun in the other. She prefers sweat pants to real ones. View all posts by Whitney →

5 Responses to Caramel and Bourbon Waffle Ice Cream Sandwiches

  1. No apology needed. It’s your life–live it. Just know you’re allowed to vent on your little corner of the interwebs whenever you want.

    That said, I wish everyone’s apologies came drizzled with booze and sandwiched with ice cream…

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  2. Oh, Whitney, my girl. We don’t know each other at all, but I am right there with you – don’t worry. I am staring down 30 in its big ugly face…. I just landed what I thought was supposed to be my dream job and I’m waiting for a short sale to get approved so I can be a homeowner and I am more lost slash too tired to care than ever. Hang in there man. Let me know if it gets any better, I’m still waiting.

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