I met Cynthia years ago in Paris. We were Americans living abroad; she had a bakery close to my apartment where she whipped up American favorites. Cynthia was a rising star in the pastry world, and I was her official taster (well, that is the title I would rather have than a piglet. With the number of desserts I ate in her shop, I wonder if I didn't give birth to a cheesecake. Well, Chelsea did weigh ten pounds at birth.)
Cynthia made her famous cheesecake the other night for dinner. It was a hit. Notes of chocolate and raspberry added to the flavor of the cheesecake. After all, I wanted the guests to sing, and they certainly did sing praises to Cynthia.
French husband loves Cynthia's cakes and desserts. After eating his second piece of cheesecake, he teasingly added, "The cheesecake has the taste of….." he looked up as if thinking what the missing flavor might be, and then looked at Cynthia and said, "…the taste of not enough." He had yet another piece.
The cheesecake is a top-secret recipe (though I have Cynthia's recipe. That is another story.) It has two layers: the crust is chocolate and is laced with raspberry and melted chocolate.
While Cynthia is staying with us, I am in hog heaven.
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