Slack Ass Pie

It is hotter than lava-coated hell out there, y'all.  I am not a warm weather kind of gal.  Give me the dreary gray chill of November any day.  So I have not been a happy little camper lately.

It is against my religion to turn the oven on when the outside temperature is over 90 degrees, so Mama doesn't do much any baking in the summer.  Aw, who am I kidding?  I barely do any cooking at all.  The only way I find summer the least bit bearable is to become completely sloth-like and move as little as possible until late September.

So I thought I would share my recipe for Slack Ass Pie.  This recipe is one of those things where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  Really.  I wouldn't lie about ice cream sandwiches--I'm not a heathen!

Here's the recipe...

Take a pan (9x13, 8x8, loaf pan, whatever, it really doesn't matter) and cover the bottom with ice cream sandwiches.  You may have to cut some up to completely cover the bottom.  Then cover them with a layer of Cool Whip.  Squirt some chocolate syrup and caramel ice cream topping on top...just squiggle it on.  If you wanted to, it would probably be yummy to sprinkle some nuts or crumbled up Oreos or chopped up candy bars in there, but I'm a purist so I can't personally recommend it.  Then do the whole thing again--another layer of ice cream sandwiches, Cool Whip, and chocolate and caramel sauce.  Cover it and stick it in the freezer until you are ready to eat. 

Honestly, some kind of magic happens in the freezer and it all kinda melds together into a yummy mess of goodness.  I'm told this will last quite a while in the freezer if you cover it good, but we've always gobbled it up too soon to find out.

This recipe will take you less than 20 minutes, start to finish, and you will barely even break a sweat, even if it is 105 outside.  You're welcome.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

The times, they are a'changin', that's for sure.  The past three months have been just chock full of changes, and it has taught me a valuable lesson.  I used to think of myself as someone who could roll with the punches, who welcomed change, but now I know that is complete and utter BS.  Change stinks.  It's difficult and messy.  I do not like it, Sam-I-Am, I do not like to change, by damn!

I guess it all started when my much-admired Boss Lady announced her resignation.  I loved my job as the number two lawyer, and I loved working for Boss Lady.  I was quite happy with things the way they were.  Boss Lady's leaving put me into a tail spin--I wasn't sure I wanted her job but I didn't want to work for a doofus.  I finally decided to apply and after much trials and tribulation, was promoted into the job.  Now I'm the supervisor of three employees and the head lawyer for my employer.  Holy crap!

Still, other than losing my beloved sainted sister-in-law to cancer, most of the changes in my life have been positive ones.  I shouldn't complain about getting a promotion at work or having to buy a new car to replace my hail-damaged one.  These are first-world problems for sure.  But I liked my old job and my old car, and I feel like I shed a perfectly good, comfortable coat for one that I'm not sure fits or is my style.  I hope that one day I will look back on this period of my life as a time of great growth and opportunity, and see that all this stress was merely growing pains.