one time he bought little cheesecakes. they were small and came in a little tin with a clear plastic lid. and they were frozen. and he bought a lot. i think some of them had cherry topping.
i still think about those cheesecakes.
it doesn't seem like anything i get at a restaurant tastes quite as dense or creamy. i'm sure they were just sara lee or something awful, but in my mind nothing - no matter how gourmet or costly - is quite as good.
last night - due to the moon or the gravitational pull or the tide or female hormones or hey, maybe it was hurricane irene - i suddenly had to have cheesecake at 9:40 at night. (no i am definitely not pregnant) now i literally NEVER do this, because in general i hate to leave the house, but i hopped in my mini and ran to the store (which closed at 10). with 6 minutes to spare, i bought a little 6in round "new york style cheesecake" from the deli. i got home and todd and olivia and i all devoured a piece. i promise you it was one of the the most satisfying things ever. reminded me of my dad's little cheesecakes from the storeroom freezer.
in fact, this one was still a little frozen in the center.
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I love those little things that make time seem like one great big circle. Someday, when your daughter is your age, she will run to a grocery store just before it closes, hunting down a cheesecake.
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