I made a vanilla cheesecake for Michael's birthday. I believe it was the first time in a very long time that I didn't screw up a very, very simple recipe. I don't know what my problem is lately but it seems that every time I go to bake something I'm adding whipping cream instead of buttermilk or two cups of something instead of one cup of something or forgetting the salt or adding too much butter or, just, screwing it up. It's driving me batty. But other than having to bake it for a whole 25 minutes more than the recipe called for (not really sure why), it was a yummy, rich, creamy, dreamy, vanilla-y success!
And my house smelled really good.
And the cheesecake is this golden color because that's the color of the sugar I use.
And I need to get some different tablecloths because this white one is boring me silly.