Last week I asked Mr O if there was anything in particular he would like me to bake and he said “cheesecake”. I have a few go to cheesecake recipes for set cheesecakes but I have never made a baked one so I decided to give it a go. It’s a bit fiddly but this recipe from Janie’s Patisserie came out perfectly. Not a single crack and the texture is heavenly. I have absolutely found my forever recipe.
This cheesecake needs to rest overnight so make sure you start the day before you expect to serve it.
I made these for a braai (BBQ) over the weekend and they went down really well… let’s just say some people had more than one. I will admit that it was a bit of a challenge making them because this is what the front of my oven looks like in the new flat.
Who needs a temperature gauge?
I appear to have done a relatively good job of guesstimating the temperature because they came out really well.
Oreo cheesecake cupcakes
Adapted from Cate’s World Kitchen
18 Oreos – 12 left whole, 6 roughly chopped
480g full fat cream cheese at room temperature
½ cup sugar
½ teaspoon vanilla extract
2 large eggs at room temperature, lightly beaten
½ cup sour cream
Pinch of salt
Preheat oven to 135 C. Line a 12 hole muffin tray with large paper cups. Place a whole Oreo at the bottom of each one.
Beat the cream cheese with an electric mixer on medium speed. Gradually add the sugar and vanilla and beat in. Pour in the eggs a little at the time and scrape down the sides of the bowl after each addition. Beat in the sour cream and the salt.
Pour the batter into the prepared cups, filling almost to the top. Bake for 25 minutes, turning half way.
Allow to cool in the tray for 15 minutes and then transfer to the fridge for at least four hours or overnight before serving.
Finally five minutes to write. Friday night B and I went to check out some stand-up comedy in Camden. The less said about that the better. What I can tell you is that a short course in stand-up may teach you some comedy techniques but funny is like every other form of creativity… you either can or you can’t. You can teach someone to spell but not how to write…. you can teach someone to play a music instrument but not how to compose… and you can teach a slightly unstable loser how to tell jokes but comedic timing is inborn. Also I now know more about the Argos in Catford than I ever thought necessary.
Saturday had me up early and on a mission. After the fairy cake incident of last Sunday, I have been bitten by the baking bug. This time it was a white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake… recipe nabbed from The Metro… some ingredients not available at the local Sainsbury’s so I had to go to Southside. It was there I met the blender of destiny. Our hand blender gave up the ghost not too long ago so I’ve been thinking of getting a new one. Found a Philips one on sale for half-price. It has a food processor attachment and a fairy cake attachment (whisk). I am in love. Arrived home even prouder than if I had bought a pair of shoes. Abbi = housewife. So far I have fed said cheesecake to B, Yvonne and Nick. The Consensus is that it’s good… just in case you’re feeling bakey… this is the recipe.
100g crushed digestive biscuits
100g crushed ginger biscuits
250g mascarpone cheese
250g cream cheese
70g icing sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
500g melted white chocolate
Mix crushed biscuits with butter and press into the bottom of ideally a pie plate (or if, like us, you don’t have a pie plate, some other kind of dish). Stir together cheese, icing sugar and vanilla. Gently fold in chocolate (make sure you allow it to cool before you add it). Pour over biscuit base. Cover cheese mixture with a layer of raspberries. If you push the raspberries slightly into the cheese mixture, their juice won’t run out over your beautiful white cake. Refrigerate overnight.
After the baking was done, I tempered my impending housewifery by drinking beer and watching rugby. Thank goodness South Africa won after getting cocky and taking off half the top players at half time…
Our evening was spent in Richmond celebrating Alex’s birthday. It was lovely to see everyone but I have to say that Richmond is a strange place. Charming during the day but oddly sinister at night. I had a number off odd encounters during the night. First I had a very drunk man come and insist that I tell his even drunker friends what the tattoo on my leg says. Impressively posh and middle-aged, they went on to chant about me getting onto their table, while looking down my dress. Fortunately Ryan saved me and they went on to pole dancing around the garden umbrellas… sigh.
When we left another “gentleman” shouted, “nice ginger wig” at me. I shouted back, “It’s my real hair!” And he replied, “Show us your pubes and I’ll believe you.” Yup… classy. When Barb and I finally went home, we were accosted by pykies. One of whom asked me if I was insured. When I expressed my confusion, he said, “to carry those boobs!” Starting to think I feel safer in Brixton than in Richmond!