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. Cheesecakes are intimidating. They are finicky. They have many steps. They take a long time to bake. Oh, I am definitely a cheesecake novice. This was my second attempt at a cheesecake. Thank you Ina Garten for your wonderful recipe. I only adjusted the topping to be strawberrylicious, as that was my friend’s request. Let me back up.
One of my neighbors, now a good friend, just celebrated a birthday this week, the same week she was throwing her now 4 year old daughter a birthday! As us Moms know, our own birthdays are now about the little things like an extra hour of sleep, a quiet dinner, or maybe a piece of really good cheesecake.
I woke up this morning to the sounds of silence. There were some birds chirping loud enough that I thought they might be doing something more than singing. My dog was beating to go outside with an urgent “Thwack! Thwack!” on the patio door. But otherwise, my house was silent. No crying baby. No “Mommy, I need juice.” Just silence.
My husband had been kind enough to let me have a weekend with some girlfriends and I was hosting. It was a wonderful weekend. Girlfriend therapy is the best therapy that money can buy because not only do you get to get your nails done, shop, and eat out, but you get solace as you discover your girlfriends experience the same challenges and stress in their own lives. So as I climbed out of bed to let the dog do his business, I started thinking about what to feed my sisters on this beautiful morning before we returned to our daily routines. In my house (I have said this many times before) Food Is Love. It comes with thought, consideration, and quantity.
I’m probably responsible for global warming. Like some women open their closet doors, stare distastefully, and eventually claim they have nothing to wear despite the 100 outfits stuffed on top of each other, I open the doors of my refrigerator, stare distastefully, open and close drawers, and then blow out a huge sigh. Clearly there is nothing I can make for dinner.
After moving between my pantry and the fridge three times, I decided to make it up. I pulled out eggs. I found some frozen spinach in the freezer. I grabbed the open package of bacon. Ha! I have biscuit dough, slightly past the “best by”. I cracked three eggs, after discarding the broken egg in the package, ew! I fried up 3 slices of bacon, chopped and added to the bacon. After de-frosting the spinach and squeezing it dry, I also added half of the package to the eggs. In went 1/4 cup shredded cheddar.
Then, I greased a 9″ pie plate and pressed the biscuit dough (4 of the 5 biscuits) into the bottom, so they meshed together. I poured the egg mixture over the top and then sprinkled about another 1/4 cup of cheese on the top. I put it in a 400 degree oven for about 15 mins.
The mixture didn’t have much flavor, I probably could have used goat cheese or bleu cheese for a little stronger flavor, but the biscuit dough at the bottom had a strong salty flavor that really adds to the dish. For a made up meal, this wasn’t half bad!
About four months ago, someone told me about Pinterest. Then I got an invitation to join. I was curious. I created an account and tried to figure the thing out. I did not get it. The photographs were amazing, but I just didn’t understand what I was supposed to do with the information or how it could work for me. I signed off and hadn’t been back until about a month ago. Suddenly, it clicked and I saw hundreds of possibilities to enhance my work and my personal desires. Then, today I saw how Pinterest can be brought to life.
The older I get, it seems, the harder life gets. I used to think life worked in circles, you go up…life is good. Things are easy. The life gets hard for a while, you go down. Different challenges, different successes, but it was “The Circle of Life” as Disney reminded us in their multi-million dollar empire. Now, it seems like it’s a tear drop, you go up for a bit, but you hang down around the bottom for a lot longer. That is why I try to find happiness is places like the kitchen. I visit it almost daily because it holds the possibility for a little satisfaction and pleasure, even if my day is likely to something else.