Cheesecakes are like relationships, and today I'm making one. You have all the ingredients. You know how to use them, where they go, how they should act and react to one another. You blend, you measure, stir, substitute, compromise and add (hopefully) a lot of much desired "cheese".
When it's time for the oven, you brave it. You endure the heat cause you want to stick together. You want all of your combined ingredients to meld and withstand the pressure. The conflict, if you will.
After you're done baking you probably need some time to cool off. Still feels like you're in the oven though, and even though the damn thing is off you stay there, you stay inside, contained, to cool. Cause you don't want the cheesecake to crack. No one wants to eat a cracked cheesecake.
In order to reverse the heat that supposedly brought you closer together and to move forward in the preparation, you gotta spend three days in the fridge. Three. Days. In the cold.
Three days, three years, three decades. Quelle est la différence?
Cause when it comes down to it, don't we all just want to eat the fucking cheesecake? Enjoy all that hard work and waiting...even when you know it'll be gone? Cause one way or another you're going to finish the damn thing.
The best part is that you can always make another cheesecake.
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