Let's get one thing straight. I hate baking.
It's messy, time-consuming and by the time I'm done and the 3 bowls, 4 spoons, measuring cups and spoons, mixer attachments are washed & the counter is wiped clean, I don't even want what I just made anymore.
I much prefer the carefree-ness of cooking to the preciseness of baking.
However, my hankering for cheesecake over the weekend pushed my dislike of baking aside and I went to work.
Step 1: Find an amazing recipe.
Step 2: Survey pantry & acquire missing ingredients. Plus a 9" non-stick springform pan. (Thanks, Devon & Paul!)
Step 3: Throw on a sweatshirt over my pajama shirt (it's 4pm...) and head to the grocery store.
Step 4: Pick up random things that are not on the list.
Step 5: Drag grocery bags 2 blocks to apartment because there were no close parking spaces.
Step 6: Unload groceries & haul out baking equipment.
Step 7: Follow recipe to a T and then...
Step 8: Have a minor meltdown when I read the last line of the recipe: chill in refrigerator overnight. Son of a bee sting!
Step 9: Eat cereal and a pint of blueberries for dinner since husband is out at the bar watching the Phillies game and I don't feel like cooking.
Step 10: Watch the rest of Season 1 of Dexter (amazing!) and go to sleep dreaming about eating an entire 9" cheesecake on Sunday.
|[Drop in strawberry sauce]|
|[Get your swirl on]|
|[Bake & chill for an ungodly amount of time. Top with extra strawberry sauce & savor. Try not to make any weird, semi-sexual noises. Oh, you'll want to!]|