So in just a couple of weeks, my sister will be changing careers. She will be quitting her stable job and leaving the company that she has been at forever, to become a full-time stay at home mom. And I’m sure she has a range of emotions, from mostly excitement to maybe a little bit of sadness (although, sadness is very hard to detect in our conversations, I’ll be honest). But along with even good, positive change, sometimes come butterflies in the stomach, second guessing, and maybe even a little bit of fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of failure.
Fear of change.
Fear that it won’t work the way you thought. Maybe even fear that you won’t like it. Or that “it” won’t like you back.
And I know this because I am having a positive change in my life too, but I still second guess, I still doubt, and I still sometimes want to barf up chunky pieces of my last snack from the sheer nerves that suddenly overtake me when I least expect it.
But I know my sis, and I know that she is gonna make the best darn SAHM in the whole world. And I am sooooo virtually celebrating this BIG, HUMONGOUS change in her life with her, this change that could quite possibly alter the course of the whole world. (YES, I THINK REALLY BIG. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THINKING BIG.)
So I created this torte for her. I wanted to call it a pie, but in my mind, when something is put in a springform pan, it cannot be called pie. I’m a stickler like that.
It’s three mousse-y, creamy layers of three of my favorite flavors–peanut butter, Nutella, and Biscoff. In an Oreo cookie crust. The end.
Except to say, nice move, sis.
Here are my notes:
-I love thick crumb crusts. I mean really thick. So I used a whole pack of Oreos. But if you don’t like crust overkill, use your favorite crumb crust recipe.
-I just eyeballed the whipped cream when dividing it into thirds.
-I gave this a good overnight chill before cutting. It sliced nicely. Then I froze the remainder. And it was delicious frozen. Who knew?