By making a pumpkin cheesecake for Thanksgiving, I am in no way cheating on my cheesefree self. (Day 12!) I don’t crave cheesecake – I don’t really like cheesecake – and I am only making a pumpkin cheesecake because it’s an experiment. I’ve never, to my knowledge, heard of pumpkin cheesecake but it seems like something that should exist…creamy things with graham cracker crusts: I think of cheesecake and pumpkin pie immediately. Oh, sure, pumpkin pie is usually in a real crust. But I prefer graham crumb crust anyway. Anyway. For tomorrow’s Thanksgiving Chicken (my mom prefers chicken to turkey) Dinner, we are bringing dessert. And in an hour we’ll see how that dessert will taste. So what I did was mix half a cheesecake recipe and half a pumpkin pie recipe and add some spiced rum. The glaze will be spiced rum and maple syrup. Stay tuned and find out how it turns out.
Now, the reason eating cheesecake isn’t cheating on my cheesefree self: because it’s dessert. I don’t like dessert the way some people do. I never ate dessert when I was a kid unless it was a holiday or we were at someone else’s house or sometimes at Swiss Chalet I would have the coconut cream pie (damn, that pie is THE PIE!). Plus I have the wrong kind of cravings – I have the saltyspicy kind not the sweetysugary kind. So cheesecake, for me, is not a taboo food or a dangerous one. Nachos, on the other hand, would put me in an early slow boat to hell if I ate just one. You can’t be addicted to something you don’t crave. I don’t crave cheesecake (even though there’s cheese in it). Therefore, I am not addicted to cheesecake or its properties. Like the spiced rum. If I was an alcoholic, it would still be okay for me to eat the cheesecake because the rum is cooked and robbed of its alcoholy properties. You can’t get drunk on cheesecake. Unless your addiction is to cheesecake.
Interesting fact #5 or so: My catt likes pumpkin. He was sitting at my feet, whining because I was opening a can with the can opener and a long time ago in a land far away we used to feed the catt soft food from a can. To teach him a lesson, I scooped a bit of canned pumpkin (blech!) onto my finger and offered it to him. “Do you like pumpkin?” I said sarcastically, “Go on, eat it!” Well, he did. And kept whining for more. It was at that point I remembered that the last time I made hummus, he also whined (canned chickpeas) so I gave him some and he liked it, too. S’fucked up is what it is.
I like that popcorn has no cheese in it, because I really like popcorn and later we’re going to go to a movie and I will eat some popcorn.