You might not know it, but there is a cheesecake dilemma. And a cake dilemma... and a pie dilemma... Pretty much a dilemma for everything that is round (Yes, I'm discriminating against shapes today).
The problem is it is fairly next to impossible to sneak out a piece before taking it to the neighbors, or a work function, or church social, you catch my drift. I mean, how do you even know if it tastes good?
When I was a kid my mom had baked up three pumpkin pies and sat us three kids down, each with a pie in front of us, and said "Have at it! Eat as much pie as you want!" (It was like a dream come true. ) I probably got five or six bites into my pie before I realized something was wrong. All I tasted was salt, salt, salt! That pie-scarfing session turned into some logical life-lesson about not switching the sugar and the salt in the pantry. PS Mom- Totally wasn't me. And I will swear it to my deathbed. Anyways- good thing she didn't send a pie over to the neighbor's right?
Which brings us back to the cheesecake dilemma. If I'm going to spend three hours making a cheesecake, you can bet I'm going to want a bite. Also kind of want to make sure it doesn't taste like feet. (Unless I'm taking a cheesecake to *those* neighbors. Just kidding. I don't even know my neighbors).
The cheesecake dilemma is solved here, by making cheesecake into little bars. So you can taste-test one. Or three. Or half a pan. Your neighbors will still love you for bringing over delicious treats, and you'll love them because they gave you a good excuse to eat cheesecake. Everyone wins.
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The problem is it is fairly next to impossible to sneak out a piece before taking it to the neighbors, or a work function, or church social, you catch my drift. I mean, how do you even know if it tastes good?
When I was a kid my mom had baked up three pumpkin pies and sat us three kids down, each with a pie in front of us, and said "Have at it! Eat as much pie as you want!" (It was like a dream come true. ) I probably got five or six bites into my pie before I realized something was wrong. All I tasted was salt, salt, salt! That pie-scarfing session turned into some logical life-lesson about not switching the sugar and the salt in the pantry. PS Mom- Totally wasn't me. And I will swear it to my deathbed. Anyways- good thing she didn't send a pie over to the neighbor's right?
Which brings us back to the cheesecake dilemma. If I'm going to spend three hours making a cheesecake, you can bet I'm going to want a bite. Also kind of want to make sure it doesn't taste like feet. (Unless I'm taking a cheesecake to *those* neighbors. Just kidding. I don't even know my neighbors).
The cheesecake dilemma is solved here, by making cheesecake into little bars. So you can taste-test one. Or three. Or half a pan. Your neighbors will still love you for bringing over delicious treats, and you'll love them because they gave you a good excuse to eat cheesecake. Everyone wins.
