Comestible Encounter

My oven caught fire tonight, and it wasn’t even my fault! I was calmly and peacefully going about my evening, whipping up the meringues that I’ve been so anxious to try when my roommate announced that her sister-in-law needed to come use our oven. Apparently her oven is on the blitz, and since she lives less than a block away, it makes sense for her to come here. Ok, I thought, I’ll just put the meringues in the fridge until her cheesecake is done. 20 minutes later I open the oven door because smoke is billowing out and find a fire in the bottom. Baking Powder to the rescue! We put that fire out in a jiffy and went on with our cake-baking. Then the smoke started again. This time the fire was bigger. We ended up having to take the cheesecake out so we could cool and clean the oven before we finished baking it. It seems that if you let a fire burn in your oven it can kill your heating element. Who knew?

The cheesecake is done and back in its real home. The oven no longer smokes. My meringues are currently baking. I now know how to clean an oven. And that I should not let my oven burn…you know, original ovens used fire for heat…. Here’s hoping my meringues turn out. I’m told they’re rather temperamental.

The butcher, the Baker, or the Candlestick-maker?

I was so proud of myself. I was going to do this one all by myself, without any help from you-know-who. I followed the recipe step by step, blending sugar and cream cheese, then adding the eggs one by one, mixing thoroughly. The next step was to add cream, vanilla, and butter, and blend. Next step: bake for 65 minutes  . . . Wait!! Where’s the chocolate!! This is a chocolate cheesecake. The recipe calls for 12 ounces of chocolate, and I want to taste every bit of that. What do you do when the RECIPE messes up?? Well, I had to call in the expert for help. My mom is an amazing cook. Her cinnamon rolls are seriously awesome. She should be world-renowned for them. Well, she came and fixed my cheesecake, and I poured it into the crust I had made the day before, and stuck it into the oven. It baked and baked and baked, and started to smell seriously good, and baked, and then the timer went off!! But it wasn’t done. I baked it some more, and baked it and baked it some more, but it was still really jiggly. But finally my mom came home, we baked it a little more, and then left it to cool. And then we ate it. And boy was it yummy!!!