So I had the ever-so-brilliant idea to attempt to make pumpkin cheesecake this morning. It sounded like a fantastic idea since fiance has invited over all his grad school buddies for Halloween. Wanting to show off my baking prowess as well as make our cheap decorations take backseat to the awesomeness of the food we're providing, I felt like there wasn't much of a choice in this matter. After battling the graham cracker crust from hell that just didn't want to pat down and be smooth, I started mixing up the filling. I thought this was going to be the hard part but that crust totally kicked my ass. As all bakers know, you must eat at least a tenth (or in my case a quarter) of the mix before baking the final product. And, to my surprise, the pumpkin-flavored cheesecake filling wasn't half bad. But even though the taste is nummy-nummy-delicious, it just kinda looks horrible. Like the opposite of the mudpies I used to make when I was 6. I was always so proud of them that I would run to show my mom and say "Have a taste, mom! It looks so pretty that it HAS to taste good!" This tastes great but looks like a pile of orange poo centered in a graham cracker crust. Now it's all baked and sitting tauntingly in our over-stuffed fridge (another story for another day). I feel like I should bake something else that at least looks kind of decent. Or I can just bank of the politeness of all the people coming over. They'll look at the pile of orange goop in the center of an off-center graham cracker crust and say "Yeah! That looks great! I'll have a piece!... A small piece though- I'm kinda full from... eating... before we got here." Yep.
Banking on it.
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