I made these pecan sticky buns from Baking with Julia so long ago that I barely remember what I need to say about them, except that despite my enduring love of butter, these buns had maybe more butter than I could handle. I felt like I might need to stay very close to the hospital after I ate one, just in case my arteries completely clogged.
They were delicious, of course. How could pecans, brioche, and brown sugar not be delicious?
Sticky buns mirror the sticky situations that pervade our current household. Alas, when the buns were made so early in the month of May, the weather was still wet and dreary, cold even. As messy as life was then, it did not have any additional sticky situations to complicate matters further. Now that the sun is shining on a soon-to-arrive NATO summit in Chicago, the heat has turned up a notch, and with it the complications of family life.
Sticky situations indeed — JE went east to Boston to visit Ed’s brother so our house would be available for BE, Ed’s dad to stay with us for a couple of days. The divorce is old — more than twenty-five years, but things are still complicated. Of course, my father-in-law’s visit coincides with just about the most insane week of the spring with the boys’ sectional track meet this week, NATO snarling the city, Gorilla Girl and Monkey Man’s usual appointments, and my last week of school and meetings before 7th grade camp. Oh, yeah, and I’m still grading research papers.
Family life can be sticky, and even messy, complicated (and what, heart-attack inducing?), but perhaps even the sticky messes of families have a soft, sweet, satisfying taste that lingers after the challenging moments have passed. I’m sure I’ll feel that way after I climb out of the syrupy glop of the dance of family relationships and responsibilities that will consume me for the next couple of weeks.