The Curse Of The Cheesecake

So now I have to face life in a post-Sin City world.
I’m not entirely certain what it’s going to be like but…no, that’s not true. I know exactly what it will be like.
I’ll be pretty much like the last 33 years.
I say 33, even though that particular birthday is still 9 days in the future because at such a close proximity there’s little point in quibbling.
As I mentioned last week, I do have some things to look forward to (not the least of which is the Sin City DVD, which will be sweet), but none of it will engender quite the same enthusiasm.
It had been an unusual change of pace to be really excited about something. I think the last time I was really anticipating something that eagerly was....hmm, maybe Ozzfest ‘98.
So as you can see, it had been a while.
In any case, I figure that it won’t take long for my life to settle back into its usual routine.
That won’t happen this week, though, as I’ve got an unusually busy schedule over the course of my days off.
Later today I have an eye appointment, and then I have to cook something for class tomorrow night.
Tomorrow I have training all day, followed by the last cooking class. Wednesday is the second day of training, and on Thursday I’ll be heading in to work for a departmental training.
Today I already went grocery shopping and made the Oreo cheesecake to give to “Tucson” tomorrow.
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I think that in making the cheesecake today I pretty firmly established that I will never another one.
At the very least it’ll be a long time before I do.
In going over the expense involved, I realized more fully, as I was at least intellectually aware all along, that for five dollars Tucson got a much, much better deal.
I spent more than five dollars on the cream cheese alone, to say nothing of the pan and the Oreos, and all the other ingredients.
As I mentioned on Friday, I even picked up a cheap KitchenAid knock-off that consists of a hand mixer, a stand, and a bowl, though that I would have future uses for besides the cheesecake.
Today, after I got home from grocery shopping, I let the cream cheese warm up and soften for a while, tossed it all in the bowl, and turned the mixer on.
The mixer struggled with the cheese a little, so I was very careful to not let the cream cheese get the better of it.
Not careful enough, though, as after a few minutes on a low setting the mixer made a noise, produced a terrible smell, stopped mixing, and expelled a cloud of acrid smoke.
So it was “Plan B” time.
I broke out my regular hand mixer and very, very, VERY carefully used it to beat the cheese into submission, then I proceeded to mix in the rest of the ingredients.
It worked out okay, but it would have been nice to not have to stand there holding the mixer.
Despite the mixer mishap I managed to avoid the disaster that Kathleen and I had in class, though my kitchen did become something of a sticky mess, and I find myself suspecting that there may be some sort of curse associated with making this particular cheesecake.
(By the way, I still have the receipt for the mixer, so I will be returning it. I don't think that the room-temperature cream cheese should have been able to burn the motor out.)
As I’m writing this, the completed cheesecake is now sitting on the counter cooling.
On a positive note, I did find a container for the cheesecake that is more permanent than a foil and plastic style, so I can request that Tucson return it to me, as part of my devious scheme to get to see her again.
Ideally, post-cheesecake, she will be powerless to resist whatever charm I may or may not (I’m leaning more towards “may not”) possess, and, betting on the promise of future cheesecakes, will develop an interest in me.
Yeah, I know, but, as mentioned, desperate times call for desperate measures.
In any case, if she ever does want to get another cheesecake out of me, she’s going to have do a lot more than just give me five bucks, if you know what I mean….
What? You bunch of pervs! I meant she’d have to give me like ten bucks. What were you thinking I meant?In any case, it’s a beautiful (if a bit windy) day today, so I think I’d like to get in a walk before I head to my eye appointment.
I definitely need to get some kind of exercise, as I didn’t work out on Friday, since I took the day off, and yesterday I skipped the workout because of Daylight Savings.
By not getting up early to workout I only ended up losing fifteen minutes of sleep instead of an hour.
Anyway, that’s it for now.