Cheesecakes ready to go into the oven. God, the memories of my Mom and her famous cheesecake! As small children, David and I eagerly waited to lick the beaters. When we got older, there was the tedium of crushing the crackers, and the back-breaking task of filling and tamping down hundreds of those mini-tarts, and as a newlywed learning the tricks to bake the pie myself. Now my own kids are grown and still love this dish more than anything. Love you and miss you, Mom.
In 40 years of marriage, 40 years of running my own kitchen, I have never spent the money for a KitchenAid mixer. But last week Gershon convinced me to take advantage of the deal at Costco. Today I opened the box to bake for Thanksgiving. Don't ask me why, but I find myself teary-eyed. Shehechiyanu….
