Mindscape

Demon Cheesecake

So I made a new thing for Thanksgiving. My dad wanted to try this new recipe instead of our usual pecan pie, which is what I usually make. Pecan pie cheesecake. I found the recipe and there was a picture, and this thing looked divine, so I said okay, I'll make this thing.

Little did I realize how much shit this desert would give me. Everything about this cheesecake was made from scratch, from the crust to topping. This thing is four layers in all.

You know how when you make a pecan pie, you use the directions on the Karo corn syrup bottle, just mix the filling together, pour it into a frozen crust and bake it and there's your pie? Well for the second layer after the crust, I had to bake a pecan pie, without the crust, on the stovetop. And then dump it in the crust. So basically I have a normal pecan pie, but with a bit more effort.

Next step is the cheesecake. It took forever to beat the cream cheese and all the rest of the ingredients together, and once it's finally done, I just have to pour it into the special baking dish thing so that it doesn't go everywhere. I'm pretty tired at this point, and my arms are sore right? I drop the damn bowl into the cheesecake mix in the pan. So now there's cheesecake all over the bowl, and I'm trying not to get it everywhere.

I get it in the oven, and guess what. It takes an hour to cook. And not only that, once that hour is up, I have to turn the oven off and leave the cheesecake in for another hour. And now onto the topping. I basically had to make another pecan pie without the crust on the stovetop, which has to sit until cooled to room temperature. I'm exhausted.

So the cheesecake is out of the oven for good, and my topping has turned to pralines, and not the soft chewy kind. I have to reheat it so that I can spread it over the top. In all, this damn cheesecake took about six hours to make. During the second hour, I think it was, I came up with my new saying for this cheesecake. "It better taste like heaven, because it was hell to make." And let me tell you, it was. And I never want to make it again.