Now that Forrest and John are both type one diabetics, I have been trying to find recipes for sweet treats for our Monday night dinners together. I have always hated baking, so this has been challenging, but I have come up with some real winners, and it makes them very happy. This past weekend I decided to try to make a couple of cheesecakes, one peanut butter, and one chocolate.
I had two recipes. The peanut butter one was a 7" cheesecake that could be made in the instant pot. I had to modify it to make it low carb by changing out the crust with an almond flour crust and substituting a monk fruit sweetener for in place of sugar. The second chocolate cheesecake was cooked in the oven and was a low carb recipe already. I prepared both of the crusts at the same time and then proceeded to the peanut butter filling. As the peanut butter cheesecake was cooking in the instant pot, I made the chocolate filling and began cooking it in the oven. Once the cheesecakes were done cooking, I had to put them on a wire rack to cool to room temperature before chilling them in the refrigerator. I put the cheesecakes on the counter and then went into my office to work on some servers for work.
As I was working in my office I heard a noise come from the kitchen and ran out to see what happened. My 150 lb Great Dane / Mastiff went bolting by me and started cowering at the back door. I looked at my cheesecakes on the counter and saw they have been pushed off the cooling rack, and a bite had been taken out of each one. I was furious. I had worked on afternoon on these, and the dog seemed to know that he was in trouble. I put the dog outside and examined the damage. I decided I could cut out the bitten area and save a little over half of each cake. I scooped out the dog drool cheese filling and put it in a bowl and set it next to the sink where I normally stack dirty dishes. Then I wrapped the remaining cheesecake and put it in the basement fridge.
At this point, I thought it was a good idea to go upstairs and do a spin class to work off some of the calories from sampling various iterations of the cheesecake making. While I was doing my workout, my son and his girlfriend came home. Forrest said hi to me and told me they were going out for the evening. I finished my class and got ready to go out with some meetup friends. When I finally made it downstairs I noticed the bowl by the sink was almost gone. I thought maybe the dogs had gotten it, but the invisible fence field protected that portion of the counter. I started chuckling thinking Forrest probably thought it was extra filling from the cooking process and he probably ate it. Then I wondered if he had shared with his girlfriend.
I went to my meetup event, and after a couple of beers, I relayed the story to my companions. I was not the only one who found humor in the situation. One woman told me that was the best story she had heard all day. She said I would have to let her know when I found out if my son had eaten the filling and more importantly if he had shared with his girlfriend.
The next evening I finally saw my son again, and I was talking about making the cheesecake and how good I thought the filling turned out. He nodded with a big smile on his face and said he thought the filling was good too. I said oh, you tried the extra that was in the fridge. He just sorts of agreed, then I told him about the dogs getting into it and having to scoop out the drool. It was really fun watching it dawn on him that the bowl of filling that he ate has been the dog drool remnants. He just looked at me and asked why I would just leave the bowl sitting on the counter. I told him I had been more worried about saving the remaining cheesecake and didn't get back to it. Forrest burst out laughing and said that was hilarious. We had a good long laugh about it.
Forrest stopped laughing and said with an almost serious expression on his face, "Becky can never hear of this". I asked, "What, did you share it with her?". He said of course he did, then we both broke out laughing again.
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