This post is the equivalent of staring blankly into the fridge looking for nothing in particular. I am discombobulated to say the least. Why am I discombobulated? Well, in addition to the insane rush of the holidays, my oldest son’s birthday was December26th. Yes, that’s right, THE day after Christmas. (CAUTION to new parents: Do not attempt this at home).
Regardless of which parenting/pregnancy books you read, what expert advice you seek and how much you listen to the “words of wisdom” from assorted friends and relatives, you learn one thing during your first pregnancy. Your first child will be late. Not only, in fact, will the child be late, but you will spend hours upon hours in labor. Don’t even think of calling your family when you get to the hospital. It will be awhile.
Well, in our case, not so much. Will was due on January 14th. I worked a full day on the 26th. You do the math. He came early and quick. So quickly (until the endless pushing phase) that I missed my chance for an epidural. Apparently, there were other fools having babies the day after Christmas and they were having c-sections. I admit – I wavered when they first asked me about drugs. I said I would wait and see. I came to rue those words. We will leave it at that. I am not sure a blog entry that will eventually be about cheesecake (promise) is the appropriate venue for the full harrowing description.
If you are a proponent of natural childbirth, more power to ya. I had an epidural with the second one. Although I did refuse the initial request for the epidural. Then my husband – he of sound judgment – reminded me what happened the first go round. I promptly called for the anesthesiologist.
So, we had days of Christmas celebrations that bled into birthday celebrations (in two cities!). When most of you were making a date with the couch on Christmas night I was decorating a birthday cake and hunting down scraps of birthday paper for last minute wrapping. I am pretty sure that a Toys R Us exploded in our living room. We just arrived back in town last night. It is all a giant blur. I made the cheesecake. I ate the cheesecake on Christmas Eve. It was eons ago.
It was, however, fabulous. There are no pictures of the inside because I took it to a party and got busy actually enjoying the party. I did the black and white version and I speckled the white layers with chopped up red and green mints. Chocolate + Peppermint + Cheesecake = Heaven.
I have made lots of cheesecakes. My recipe is usually denser than this one. But I really enjoyed this version as well. It cracked which hasn’t happened to me in awhile but it doesn’t really matter going down, does it? I did attempt to pretty up but that never quite works for me. No matter how hard I try, I always achieve the “rustic” look.
Thanks to Anne of Anne Strawberry. Great choice. The full recipe is on her blog.
Next week: a recipe chosen by Dorie herself. Andit has almonds. Bummer but I will make it.
PS I wish I had some pictures of the birthday boy on the 26th but I dropped my camera on Christmas. I hope it gets fixed before next week…
Happy Birthday Will! You are the best belated Christmas gift ever.