Feeling a need for something sweet and creamy, so I decided to make a cheesecake while Kenny was at work. How hard can it be? Half a dozen ingredients (probably less, since I tend to leave out anything I don’t like, can’t identify, or don’t have in the house…)
Followed most of the instructions, but when I took it out of the oven to cool, it was gooey. Stuck it back in for 15 minutes or so. Let it cool. Still gooey. WTH?? Repeated the cook/cool cycle 3 more times, until it looked done. Brown on the edges, FINALLY firm in the middle.
Wanted to surprise Kenny, so I waited until after dinner to present my creation. Carefully and triumphantly placed it in the center of the dining table, followed by pretty white dessert plates and a lovely white wine. Tried to slice it with a cake knife…Nothing. Tried a carving knife…No luck. Kenny is trying desperately not to laugh, but he wasn’t going to last much longer. Finally grabbed a meat cleaver and gave it a Lizzy Borden WHACK! Barely an imprint. Since I don’t keep a chain saw in the kitchen, I finally conceded defeat and tossed the whole sorry thing into the garbage, where it landed with a rather impressive THUD. (The recipe said “light & fluffy,” but I’m thinking that’s subjective.)
By now, Kenny is laughing so hard he’s snorted my favorite wine out of his nose, and I’m off to Safeway for Sara Lee (HERS comes with topping). Some women were born for other things…