I still remember the first time I had cheesecake. It was at a restaurant I used to work at called Memories. Now, that cheesecake is one of my favorite memories. I remember looking at the cake display and trying to learn the names of all the pastries and that’s when I saw it.
Lemon blueberry cheesecake.
This was the first time I had even heard about cheesecake and lemme tell ya, that lemon blueberry looked the most appealing. After watching me salivate for a good 10 minutes, my employer asked if I would like a slice. Personally, I think he got tired of the pooling drool. I accepted the offer and took my first bite ever. It was amazing. So damn creamy. So fucking tart and the blueberries just burst in your mouth like OMFG. I scarfed the whole thing down. Thus began an intense love affair with cheesecake. Fast forward three months and 30lbs later, the relationship was still going strong but I knew it had to come to an end. Most people have a summer fling but I an affair with cheesecake. I still think about it from time to time. Whenever I have cheesecake now, I think about the creamy summer of 2006, where cheesecake reigned supreme.