Grandma’s Cheesecake

Born and raised in the South, my grandmother, Mary, used to make one of the best strawberry cheesecakes. I have never tasted a better pastry than my grandmother’s cheesecake. Every taste was sensational. Every bite was delicate. And every swallow was soothing. What a pleasant experience!

Junk food has always topped my daily food chart. Candy satisfies a sweet tooth. All chocolate cookies, pastries, and ice cream are delicious. None of which is greater than my favorite strawberry cheesecake. If given a choice to eat what I want for the rest of my life, I’ll have a deep freezer stuffed with my grandmother’s cheesecakes.

When I was a little boy, my mother would send me to my grandmother’s house for dinner. While eating my food, all I could think of was the desert. “Cheesecake covered with sliced strawberries.” I thought as I rushed my dinner. Once I finished my plate, my grandmother would serve me her mouthwatering cheesecake. Like a fat kid loves cake, I demolished it – left no crumbs behind for rodents.

Unfortunately, my dear grandmother passed away. It was heartbreaking. With the exception of her loving presence, I miss her strawberry cheesecakes. Although she shared her ingredients with my sisters, their cakes didn’t have my grandmother’s special touch.

Mary’s cheesecake was one of a kind. It’s been decades since I lost her, yet no one has been able to master the recipe. My grandmother was and will forever be the Cheesecake Queen.

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