When things go wrong with recipes that involve meats and vegetables, there is usually ample room to successfully adjust and substitute. Not so with desserts! That’s one of the reasons I’m not a big fan of making desserts. It’s nearly impossible to wing it. Dessert making, most times, is a science; one formula mistake and it’s over! None of that “I can’t be bothered.” It sort of takes the fun out of cooking 😦
I saw a recipe on Epicurious for Peach Cheesecake and I do like peaches so decided to give it a try. Things immediately started to go wrong. The peach season has come and gone. In France that means there aren’t any, period. Disappointed, I bought some strawberries from Belgium.
For some odd reason I looked at the Philadelphia Cream Cheese in the supermarket and didn’t buy any. I think the constant banging and clanging going on in the house is snatching my mind! Having preheated the oven and prepared the cookie crust, I trotted down to the local 7-11 but they didn’t have any Philadelphia. I thought that maybe Kiri cheese might be a good substitute and bought 6 packages containing 8 individually wrapped 1 ounce servings. This was getting ugly.
I made a strawberry compote that boiled over and necessitated adding more strawberries and spending an unhappy time cleaning the stove. The recipe called for layering fruit compote between two layers of cheesecake batter. Honestly, I thought this was wrong but by that time it was a brief WTF thought, quickly forgotten. Of course the compote soaked the cookie crumbs and ran out of the springform pan. Good thing I put some aluminum foil under the pan, otherwise I might have gone postal. Clearly I was having compote issues.
The cheesecake was not done in 1 hour. It wasn’t just “jiggly” in the center, it was jiggly all over! I cooked it for another 30 minutes, turned off the oven and left it inside where, by the time the oven cooled, it had developed a San Andreas fault in the center.
I ceased to care and glazed it anyway with a peach glaze, piled some strawberries in the center, hacked it in half, giving half to Steve at the fish store and the other half to the ladies at the Litteraire, apologizing profusely but assuring them that it was edible.
I almost never have complete disasters with non dessert foods. I would not have wanted to serve this at a lunch or dinner. Such a bummer and I should have had peaches.