I haven’t posted in nearly two months, partly because I’m still in the waiting and trusting phase that I wrote about last post. Here’s a little update.
We thought our short sale deal was approved, and so we started packing. We got approved for a mortgage and told our kids to pack their books and take their posters off the walls. I set up gas and electric service and scheduled movers, mold removers, and a chimney guy to deal with the back-draft around the hot water heater. Turns out, however, that only the major part of the deal was settled. The sellers still owe back taxes to the city of Philadelphia, as well as a home equity loan, which was originally with the same bank as their mortgage but is no longer because their mortgage was sold to another company. The bottom line: there are some loose ends that other people have to tie up before we can buy the house. I’ve been doing what I can and letting go of the rest.
Meanwhile, Tom bought me flowers for my birthday and discovered that all the vases were packed. This morning I went to walk the dog in pouring rain and realized that the closet with the umbrellas is behind a pile of boxes. So it’s been that sort of month. It’s been interesting watching my children deal with the uncertainty, especially since some things happened this week that made it seem possible that the deal wouldn’t work out at all. One child continues to pack, certain that we will be moving soon. The other is praying instead of packing, fervently asking for the house every night at bedtime. I remind myself that dealing with uncertainty (and watching us deal with it) is good life training.
I’ve taken a pause from packing to focus on things that should be done, whether we move or not, such as touching up the paint on the front door and the mailbox and sorting through files. I still believe we will move, hopefully soon, but I’m trying to practice that elusive balance between positive thinking and letting go, which in my past experience, brings the best results. I’ve also been asking for prayers because I’ve noticed that works, too. Tomorrow, we should be getting one important piece of news that could end the whole deal or enable us to take the next step. So thanks to those who have been praying for us, and please keep it up!
So probably not a good time to ask if you can find your mother's whisky cake recipe, huh? Today I baked biscuits in our new home for the first time. It feels like claiming the space as my own. But our period of uncertainty is not over. Holding you in the Light as you go through your own…
I am also living the uncertainty of a move… sold our house for a *song* because it has 3 bedrooms instead of 4… who knew that was a reason to deeply discount :/ Sure wasn't in a buyers market! And… I forgot to mention the contingency… yeah… wqe can keep showing it hoping for another buyer… but…
I love the positive thinking and letting go… Mother's whiskey cake would help *me* with this process `~}
Miraculously, I found Helen Flanagan's Irish Whiskey Cake Recipe!
1 cup butter
2 cup sugar
4 eggs
3 cup flour (she sifted hers)
3t baking powder (or 1 1/2 if you separate the eggs and beat the whites)
1/2 t salt
3/4 cup Jameson's Irish Whiskey*
1/4 cup milk
1t vanilla
1 cup ground walnuts
Cream first two ingredients. Then mix all liquids in one bowl (including eggs/yolks) and all dry (except walnuts) in another. Alternate adding dry and liquid to the creamed butter, starting and ending with the dry. Fold in the ground nuts. (Add the beaten egg whites here if you prefer separating the eggs). Grease and flour round bunt pan. Cook 325 degrees for one hour.
A few minutes before the cake is due to be done cooking, make the glaze.
Put 1/4 cup water and 1/4 cup butter in a small pot over medium heat. Gradually stir in 1/2 cup of sugar. Boil for 5 minutes, remove from heat, and cool slightly. Slowly add 1/2 cup of whiskey. Pour over hot cake while it is still in the pan. Let cool a bit before removing it from pan.
Serve with whipped cream.
*Note: My mother always insisted that I used Jamison's Irish Whiskey. I assumed this had to do with the flavor or consistency of that brand, but came to realize that it was just because it is the Irish Catholic whiskey, and the major competitor is owned by Protestants. Quaker cooks, find your own way around this:)
A hard but valuable exercise, exemplified by both your children. Keeping your eye on moving forward while simultaneously knowing it may not happen. It can only make one grow. Good luck!
Maybe this is part of a larger transition for you all. More about the realization that the house both kids (and your first two books!) were born in has done its work and you're ready to find a new home for a new phase in the family's life–a home for the unforeseen adventures on the horizon (the kids' adolescence for sure, but who knows what else???) If this is the house for this next stage, it will happen. If not, you all can continue to embrace the process and enjoy the ongoing search for the perfect new place:)