Wayne Boatwright wrote:

> Mine own little story occurred on Thanksgiving. It was the first
> Thanksgiving that my former partner's family and my family got together for
> the holiday, and it was hosted at my mother's house. I had volumteered to
> bring one of the desserts, and chose a recipe for Pumpkin Cheesecake from
> an issue of Gourmet Magazine. I baked the cheesecake two days before the
> holiday and kept it well chilled in the fridge. Shortly before it was time
> for dessert, I place the beauty onto my mother's heirloom cakestand,
> unlatched and removed the springform sides, and it looked delectible. It
> had a gingersnap crumb crust, and the top was a deep golden pumpkin color
> like pumpkin pie. I brought it to the table for cutting, and slid a cake
> server under the first wedge that I cut. As I removed the slice, it was
> like breaking through a dam. The interior was like a thick liquid and
> poured out onto the cakestand and over the edge onto the tablecloth. There
> was a tableful of shocked faces, but we quickly cleaned up the mess and
> served my mother's dessert.
>
> Back at home a day or two later, my partner (who rarely ventured into the
> kitchen except for something to drink) was rummaging around in the fridge
> for something, and asked my why I had taken 5 eggs out of the carton and
> put them in a bowl!!!


ROFL! What a great visual image that story created.



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