My son had chosen the cheesecake of cheesecakes

I

’m eating my words this Shavuos, and they’d better be delicious. Three years ago, I proclaimed on this very page that I was putting down my spatula and giving up the cheesecake war within myself.

I said that henceforth I’d purchase my cheesecakes because for the price and effort it took to make one, I could buy one — for less. That math still maths. And yet this year I’m making my first ever, proper, go-all-out cheesecake.

It started after Pesach. My five-year-old asked, “When are we having cheesecake?”

“Shavuos,” I answered.

He started crying. “I just want cheesecake. It’s so delicious.”

C’mon, he’s cute. I bought him a cheese snack the next day and thought we were done. Silly me, this saga was just starting.