Today I'm making my very first cheesecake from scratch.
Typically I'm a no-bake cheesecake kinda gal.
A. No-bake is soooo super easy-peasy.
B. No-bake is quick and painless.
My dear pastor's wife provided me with all the ingredients and a lovely recipe to make said cheesecake for our upcoming ladies retreat.
Five packages of cream cheese....six eggs....a cup-ish of sugar...some vanilla and salt and a container of sour cream.
I followed the recipe to a T. I mixed the ingredients as the directions stated. Room temp cream cheese beaten one at a time. Add the eggs one at a time. Add the other stuff and then mix as high as possible without making a mess. Actually it said "without spilling." I happen to call that "a mess." So there's that.
I used a water bath.
I baked it for 400 for 10 minutes and then turned down the heat by 25 degrees.
My cheesecake looks like it has chocolate on top. How do I know this? Because I sent a message to my friends Sara and Lori and Sara replied, "Oooh is that chocolate ontop?" It's not. It's not supposed to look like this...
After I removed the cheesecake from the oven, the directions said to let it rest for an hour. That's great. It needs an hour to rest while I contemplate the cost to buy more supplies to make another one.
Not wanting to jump the gun, I sent my timer for an hour and sweetly waited...
After said 60 minutes, I had an epiphany. Perhaps I could scrape the top off and it would be "fine." I use the term fine loosely. Fine - by interpretation meant: DID NOT TASTE BURNT. It's all fun and games until the treat you are baking tastes burnt.
I scraped the top off and immediately put it in the trash.
As I sauntered out the door, it was with much prayer that while I was at church, the cheesecake would infact rest some more and magically taste deeeelish.
We'll see.
Ninety-ish minutes later I returned home and cut a sliver of the cheesecake. I, then, had a fit of hysterical laughter. It was totally Lois laughter. What's Lois laughter you ask? Let me tell you a sweet little story...
Once upon a time, Rhonda and I were working-out. While elliptical-ing, Rhonda turned to me and said, "Did you hear that Lois passed away?"
There was nothing funny in her delivery. There was nothing funny about her voice. There was nothing funny in the fact that this dear sister in Christ went home to Glory...yet I continued ellipitical-ing while laughing soo hard that I was crying.
From that moment on, Rhonda and I have deemed our fits of hysterical laughter as "Lois Laughter."
We like to think that when we perish, two sweet Jesus-loving friends will share our passing and laugh...and then forever it will be "Angie & Rhonda Laughter."
Back to my kitchen and the cheesecake....I cannot tell you how long I spent laughing and thanking the Lord. Oh, me of little faith.
After scraping off the top, I sent a picture of the face-lifted cheeescake to my friends Lori, Rhonda, and Sara and inquired, "Would you eat something that looked like this?"
The general consensus was yes with a comment of "I've never met a cheesecake I did not like."
it wasn't the prettiest cheesecake in the world but it sure tasted divine sooo much soo that Rhonda, Summer and I were thrilled to see leftovers.
NOTE: I'm actually not going to publish this post until after the ladies retreat - lest my sweet pastor's wife read of this conundrum.
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