I make an ugly, crumbly New York cheesecake that sits on a plate in the fridge looking hand made and messy.
Its the most delicious thing in the world.
It is from a Nigella Lawson recipe, from her book appropriately titled
How To Be A Domestic Goddess.
It is so rich, we put on a kilo each every time I make it.
It is so milky, we all develop lactose intolerance every time I make it.
It is so gluey we all get mini sinus freak outs every time we eat it.
It is the most delicious thing in the world.
It tastes like velvet feels.
It has the ability to steal rationality, common sense, and self preservation.
It can interrupt thousands of years of evolutionary care simply with its sirens call.
It is so perfect to the taste, it doesn't even need a pleasant look.
It has enough sugar to sink a battle ship and a tiny hint of lemon, and somehow those two flavors enhance and perfect each other.
It has a layer of sour cream whipped with sugar and vanilla baked over the top.
It's base is Niece biscuits crumbled with unsalted butter.
It always has a little more cream cheese than the recipe states, because of the way cream cheese is sold.
It is so powerful, I only dare bake it about three times a year.
It is the most delicious thing in the world.
