I know it doesn't count if you get in your car and leave after it's been in the oven for 20 minutes, but it couldn't be helped. One of the things on sister's list of yummy things to eat for Thanksgiving this year is cheesecake. I've been fairly well enculturated in the belief that a pregnant woman gets to eat anything she wants. Period.
Well, I couldn't splurge on one from Cheesecakes by Alex, my favorite cheesecake shop, and the supermarket was out of them by the time I got there. What to do? Well make your own, of course! Never mind I never even tried before. Ever. I had no idea what all goes into this fabulous treat.
Just before I left the brother-in-law (being helpful, I'm sure, or so he thought,) wondered aloud if perhaps most people don't read the entire recipe from beginning to end before they make something. I naturally pointed out that his wife has made many of them in the past and I was just providing the dessert that was requested. If it had to chill for 12 hours and therefore needed to be made tonight, there's nothing I could do about that, now is there? But it wouldn't make sense for me to stick around for the final hour for it to bake, then the cooling period, etc. when they're going to be there anyway and I'm, well, not.
All was well. We're all just sleepy and the cheesecake will be a hugemongous hit, if the taste of the batter is any indication (and if they don't fall asleep and ruin it, that is,) and it'll make a great story.
I sure HOPE it turns out okay. I get all funny about the things I cook. They have to be exquisite, y'know? Otherwise why bother? But I didn't see my project through 'til the end and so if it's not as good as I hope there's really nothing I can say about it. I'll just have to make another one. And start that one before 10:30 at night.