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cheesecake doom
Jul. 6th, 2005 01:58 pmThe cheesecake was a disaster.
Well, perhaps not a disaster, more like a comedy of errors.
First, I realized I was out of cornstarch and sent boy out to buy some. I quickly realized I was also out of butter, so I left a message on his cell phone. When he got home, I realized he didn't have his cellphone, so off he went, back to the store. (Poor thing, lights were out up and down Fifth St due to the storm we had yesterday afternoon). He tried to call me twice, with a dead battery, because he thought I said I wanted unsweetened butter, not unsalted. As we know, all standard grocery store butter is sweet cream butter. Anyhow, he came home and I had my ingredients, which I added to the batter.
Thing is, I was brain dead yesterday. I grabbed a GF baking mix, rather than just using sorghum flour with a pinch of xanthan gum. Baking mix, of course, contains baking powder.
My cheesecake is more like a souffle. A gooey, scary souffle.
And it turns out that boy doesn't like it. The flavor is fine, the texture is a bit odd, but the recipe called for no extra sugar. He realized that sugar-free cheesecake just isn't all that tasty. The strawberries don't add enough. I suggested he top it with some peaches or strawberries with a tiny bit of fructose, but he's not into it.
So I'm about to toss the behemoth into the trash. I can't eat it--I had a handful of strawberries yesterday and triggered a histamine reaction. He doesn't like it. It's too ugly to donate to my friends. So into the trash it shall go.
Meanwhile, I need to finish the dishes and take out the compost trimmings.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anmorata will be arriving in the next couple of hours. Fortunately, the house is still more or less picked up from when indyansel visited.
After I finish up, I'll attempt to make a peach cobbler. That should be much harder for me to destroy, even in a brain-damaged state.
Well, perhaps not a disaster, more like a comedy of errors.
First, I realized I was out of cornstarch and sent boy out to buy some. I quickly realized I was also out of butter, so I left a message on his cell phone. When he got home, I realized he didn't have his cellphone, so off he went, back to the store. (Poor thing, lights were out up and down Fifth St due to the storm we had yesterday afternoon). He tried to call me twice, with a dead battery, because he thought I said I wanted unsweetened butter, not unsalted. As we know, all standard grocery store butter is sweet cream butter. Anyhow, he came home and I had my ingredients, which I added to the batter.
Thing is, I was brain dead yesterday. I grabbed a GF baking mix, rather than just using sorghum flour with a pinch of xanthan gum. Baking mix, of course, contains baking powder.
My cheesecake is more like a souffle. A gooey, scary souffle.
And it turns out that boy doesn't like it. The flavor is fine, the texture is a bit odd, but the recipe called for no extra sugar. He realized that sugar-free cheesecake just isn't all that tasty. The strawberries don't add enough. I suggested he top it with some peaches or strawberries with a tiny bit of fructose, but he's not into it.
So I'm about to toss the behemoth into the trash. I can't eat it--I had a handful of strawberries yesterday and triggered a histamine reaction. He doesn't like it. It's too ugly to donate to my friends. So into the trash it shall go.
Meanwhile, I need to finish the dishes and take out the compost trimmings.
anmorata will be arriving in the next couple of hours. Fortunately, the house is still more or less picked up from when indyansel visited. After I finish up, I'll attempt to make a peach cobbler. That should be much harder for me to destroy, even in a brain-damaged state.
