Panic at the Closing of the Freezer
I love just about every entry on the Mental Floss Lists of Wonderful Words with No English Equivalent, from the heart-melting ya’arburnee to the pragmatic zeg. The German in me is especially fond of Kummerspeck (the excess weight gained from emotional overeating; literally “grief bacon”) despite the fact that it is not vegetarian.
In Seattle this week, summer’s breath started to slow, and I must admit that I did not mind. But perhaps this is because I grew up in the desert, where fall could never come soon enough?
Most of my neighbors seem to be feeling the opposite. For them, and for any of you who feel something slip-sliding away today, may I present the German Torschlusspanik–a gloriously specific word, a balm for the soul. In modern usage, it means “gate-closing panic; the anxiety-inducing awareness that as time goes on, life’s opportunities just keep getting fewer and fewer and there’s no way to know which ones you should be taking before they close forever.”
If your soul needs more balm, melt some chocolate chips and make these saltine crack ice cream sandwiches. THERE IS STILL TIME.
And rejoice! These things are like Fran’s Gray Salt Caramels, but filled with ice cream and kitsch. Like soft serve with a delicate salted-chocolate shell, but a bit more patient. Once frozen and cut into squares, the sandwiches are surprisingly sturdy. Sweets for a week. OK, or for a day. If … you know … Kummerdessert.
Torschlusspanikavoidanceidea: Swap in some peppermint ice cream and/or candy cane crumbles, and revive them come December?