It's hard to make cheese cake with a hand mixer, a tragedy I discovered several years ago while trying unsuccessfully to duplicate my mother's tremendous cheese cake recipe. It's by far my most favorite dessert, and she often made it when she knew I'd be home for awhile to enjoy it with her.
I ate the last slice of her final cheese cake after her funeral. I'd lucked out on the timing - if any luck was possible in that misery - since she'd baked a couple of cheese cakes for Easter, but ended up not sharing one with its intended recipients. She'd eaten about half of it in the few days between Easter and her death. I ate the rest.
And as I stood in the kitchen, sharing that last slice with a good friend, I wondered about the future of her recipe. I've got it, and I can recreate it pretty exactly, but I only have a hand mixer, and the cheese cake requires a standing mixer. I was supposed to get a standing mixer for my birthday one year, but the execution of that gift fell through.
I was supposed to inherit my grandma's stand mixer, but a family friend in need wound up with it instead.
I was supposed to get a stand mixer for my birthday on two more occasions, and that never worked out.
I could have demanded my mom's mixer, but it seems fair that my brother keep it. And I wasn't sure how I'd transport it across the country.
And besides, none of those mixers were in the color I wanted. But this one is.
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