Yesterday on my two-hour-train ride home I was going through my folders with old(er) pictures, when I came across some of a cheesecake that I really love, but that I hadn’t shared on here yet. Perhaps because I was a bit scared of it. But it is about time.
Somewhere in January – so it’s not that long ago – I came up with this flavour combination of things I either had never tried before, or had already tried, but didn’t exactly like. Kind of strange, but that’s how my head works sometimes. I have written before on all the new winter fruits I have discovered this year, one of them is blood orange. Until last month I had never heard of them before. By now they already are one of my favourite fruits. After researching what flavours would go with blood orange, I found many recipes with lavender. And after researching recipes with lavender, I found that some paired it with earl grey tea. So I thought: why not combine all three of them? The creation of the recipe involved a lot of taste testing of the cheesecake mixture. And although that tasted quite delicious, I was still extremely afraid of the end result. In fact, I was so scared by it, I just let the cheesecake sit in my fridge for four days… I know. It is ridiculous.
The ingredient that got me scared was the lavender. The only place I use lavender is in the bath tub. But when I came across a couple of recipes with it, I was curious to try, and bake with it as well. Although the pre-baking mixture tasted really nice, I was afraid that after baking and cooling, my cheesecake would taste like a bar of soap. Luckily it didn’t. Even after all those days. Insert: sigh of relieve.
On a Saturday my grandparents came to visit, which was nice for me, and good for this cheesecake. Since I try to avoid to waste food, I wouldn’t allow myself to buy or make something else to serve them with their cup of coffee. And to serve nothing with coffee is not my idea of hospitality. So I covered the cheesecake with pretty blood orange slices, took some pictures and served two pieces to my grandparents, telling them about 86 times that if they didn’t like it, they didn’t have to eat it. But they liked it, and assured me of it 87 times. And when my grandparents say something is good, it is a fact. That’s how it works.
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