The great thing about icebox cakes is that they can be as small or as large as you want to make them. This Salted Caramel Biscoff Icebox Cake is sure to be a hit at your next gathering, no matter how small or large it is!
I feel a little weird posting this. Like I’m trying to capitalize on bad news or something. However, the blog has been neglected for awhile, and I’d hoped to remedy that by participating in #CookoutWeek. In fact, this recipe was supposed to have been posted last week.
For awhile after I got back home from seeing my dad a few weeks ago, he was doing better. The type of treatment he received seemed to be working well, well-enough that he was discharged to a nursing home to do some rehab before maybe going home. But that didn’t happen.
My dad didn’t last long at the nursing home. He called my sister in a panic, because he was having trouble breathing, and the nursing home refused to acknowledge it. He ended up back at the James Cancer Center in Columbus, which is where he’d been when all this started. His breathing and lung functions continued to decline, and he’d start having panic attacks whenever they’d try to get him off the breathing mask. My sister called me last Thursday morning, to say that it might be a good idea if I could possibly get a flight that day, I should try and come back home again, because she was scared that things weren’t going to turn back around for our dad.
So after texting my supervisor (who has been really awesome throughout all this), I found a flight and I got back to Columbus around dinner-time. I went right to the hospital, and ended up spending the night there, with my dad, and my sister who came back after popping home for a couple hours.
And that’s how I spent the next couple days. I’d spend the night there, wait for the doctors to make their rounds each morning and give us an update, then head over to my mom’s for a couple hours, to try and do work, take a shower, etc. And I’m SO grateful to have had that opportunity, because I only planned to stay for a long weekend. I had to leave Ohio Sunday morning – About 30 minutes before my dad passed away.
He had a couple really rough nights, but he was still mentally present enough that on Saturday morning, he was able to agree with his team of doctors that they would cease treatment and instead focus on making him as comfortable as possible. He made it until shortly before noon on Sunday.
I ended up having to leave the hospital around eleven that morning, so I could get to the airport in time for my flight back to South Dakota. I got the call right after my mom and I had gotten coffee – I’d pulled out my phone to text my sister something, saw that she called, and I knew. A very kind airport security gentleman happened to walk by while I was sobbing and asked if I was okay – Unfortunately, I couldn’t fully break down, because I’m pretty sure that these days, there’s a chance they might not let you on your flight if you’re a complete basket-case.
Since I’d booked my flight so late, I ended up having to fly first-class, as that’s all that was left. So as soon as I got to my seat, I asked for a Scotch. And tried not to cry too much.
I’m back in South Dakota for this week, then I’m headed back to Ohio on Saturday, to help my sister with the process of squaring away my dad’s stuff. Our older sister is currently there, helping with the process, but I imagine it’s slow-going for them both, as they were with our dad when he passed away. Much as it pains me that I had to walk away from my father as he lay dying, I’m SO grateful he wasn’t alone when it happened.
There have been some surreal moments. I know he’s gone, but at the same time, it hasn’t fully registered that my dad’s no longer around. I break down crying at random moments…Like in the grocery store. Or at work. I imagine that will happen for awhile. But I have good memories, even over the last few days with him. At one point, my sister and I were having dinner in his room, and he commented that it was just like being back at his house – We were watching a Reds game, and both of us started talking about where we would’ve been sitting in the living room. And I got his last lucid moments. That same evening (before my sister came back to the hospital), I came to relieve her, so she could grab a shower, check in with her family, etc. My dad had been sleeping when I got there, but woke up within about fifteen minutes. So we chatted, placed his dinner order, and just had that time together. After his dinner arrived, he ate a little bit, then tried to sleep. And that’s when my sister came back. Around midnight, our older sister arrived from Wisconsin.
So, the icebox cake…I thought I’d use Biscoff cookies for it, and make some caramel whipped cream to spread over the layers. Extra caramel as the drizzle is just a bonus. The hardest thing about icebox cakes is having to wait on them to be ready. And you do want to either make this either eight hours before you plan to serve it or the night before. Otherwise, the cookies won’t soften enough in time.