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As Mrs CH’s sister had invited us over for Christmas Day she thought that she ought to contribute to the proceedings in some way and eventually a homemade Baileys cheesecake was selected to be a suitable offering.
The ingredients were duly sourced and a considerable time spent on Christmas Eve crunching, blending and topping. The grade A cheesecake (the one with the perfectly vertical sides) was, after some thought, carefully lowered onto the inside of the lid of an empty Roses tin (which happened to be a perfect fit) and the rest of the tin plonked onto the lid to offer some protection during transportation. The second lesser cheesecake was consigned to our fridge to await consumption on Boxing Day.
On arriving at sister’s, Mrs CH reached down to retrieve the tin from the back of the car, but somehow the cheesecake managed to make a bid for freedom, and ended up upside down on the mat
The horror and disbelief on Mrs CH’s face was a joy to behold, but instinctively I knew it would not be a good idea to burst out into laughter, though I did tentatively suggest that we could say that the grated chocolate topping was sourced from a fruit ‘n nut bar to explain the presence of any surprise extras.
After lunch I was dispatched home, to implement an exchange, but incredibly, as I took the now slightly less than perfect cheesecake indoors, the same thing happened only this time, as a greater height was involved, the base shattered on the step and the fragments rolled off into the gravel.
I ladled up the resultant debris into a bowl as best as I could but, all the same, I suspect we’ll be enjoyng standby Christmas pudding today
The ingredients were duly sourced and a considerable time spent on Christmas Eve crunching, blending and topping. The grade A cheesecake (the one with the perfectly vertical sides) was, after some thought, carefully lowered onto the inside of the lid of an empty Roses tin (which happened to be a perfect fit) and the rest of the tin plonked onto the lid to offer some protection during transportation. The second lesser cheesecake was consigned to our fridge to await consumption on Boxing Day.
On arriving at sister’s, Mrs CH reached down to retrieve the tin from the back of the car, but somehow the cheesecake managed to make a bid for freedom, and ended up upside down on the mat
The horror and disbelief on Mrs CH’s face was a joy to behold, but instinctively I knew it would not be a good idea to burst out into laughter, though I did tentatively suggest that we could say that the grated chocolate topping was sourced from a fruit ‘n nut bar to explain the presence of any surprise extras. After lunch I was dispatched home, to implement an exchange, but incredibly, as I took the now slightly less than perfect cheesecake indoors, the same thing happened only this time, as a greater height was involved, the base shattered on the step and the fragments rolled off into the gravel.
I ladled up the resultant debris into a bowl as best as I could but, all the same, I suspect we’ll be enjoyng standby Christmas pudding today
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