when good cheesecake goes bad, or: I blame Mercury
Well, well, well, this has been an interesting week. Nothing earth-shattering, just general crankiness and a few more annoyances than usual, starting with the breakdown of our dishwasher and ending with a cheescake disaster with a couple of really good fights in between. I enjoy a good argument now and then, don't you?
I'm blaming it all on Mercury Retrograde. If you're astrologically inclined, you'll know what I'm talking about.
When we got the new kitchen we kept the the old dishwasher because it still worked perfectly well. Or so we thought. On Monday night we went to run it and noticed that it wasn't filling with water. We did all the usual stuff like checking the pump and cleaning the filter, but nothing helped. Thinking it might have been a blocked water hose, Mr. M poked around a bit and finally got it going again. Fine.
No, not fine. On Monday night at about 11 p.m. I turned it on and, oh no, no water. Mr M took another look, checked the internet and decided something was seriously wrong, something not really worth fixing since the machine was pretty old anyway. So there's me taking all the yucky, gunky dishes out of the machine again and washing them by hand at 11:30 p.m. when I had actually been thinking about going to bed fairly early for a change. And that machine was FULL. I know lots of people don't even have a dishwasher and I don't mind washing dishes all that much, but I do like to have fair warning. Good thing Jay Leno was on on CNBC Europe so I could laugh while I was up to my elbows in suds. We got a new machine on Tuesday and all is well.
Wednesday came along, Boy14's birthday. He had asked me to make him a cheesecake and we chose a chocolate swirl version. No problem, I thought. I had a hair appointment at noon on Wednesday and wanted to get the cake done before that. About half an hour into the preparations things started going horribly, awfully wrong and I knew the cheesecake was going to fail miserably. "Hey", I thought, "I splurged on the best cream cheese money can buy [you know the one - starts with Phil and ends with adelphia] but this is looking soupy, way too soupy, and just plain weird. And why isn't the chocolate mixing in properly, it's all lumpy. And what's with the colour anyway? This isn't working at all." I baked it nevertheless, cooled it a bit and popped it into the fridge just seconds before I had to leave to get my hair done.
Luckily my hair stylist didn't transform me into a puffed-up debutante this time so I could safely venture into the supermarket after my appointment and pick up a few packages of cheap-o cream cheese to see if that would work better. I decided to try out a different recipe and the planets must have been correctly aligned this time because it worked out perfectly.
Behold! Black Forest Cherry Cheesecake!!
So that's one Pisces birthday down, two more to go - Mr. M celebrates this Sunday and Boy10 has his special day exactly a week later. Lots more baking to do...