charlie and the cheese cake

Food! for those who have known me for more than twenty mins, they are bound to take notice of my fascination for food. Well cooked, well decorated and well served — all's well with me.

This love for food night very well explain my shift to Goa, — a gastronome's delight.

six months into the goan living, and i still drool over a plate of tongue, well made xacuti or a hot plate of garlic butter fried prawns. just writing about it has be drooling so one can easily understand that to me food mean forever.

while the meats have their patriots, i have a rather large (decaying) sweet tooth. Not simply eating them, but even making food delights me. Baking is my niche. Cakes, souffles, pies....baking dishes are my treasure trove, complete only with my collection of cook books.

But lets leave the apron to some one else this time.

What i actually want to talk about is the heavenly, angelical — cheese cake.

Soft creamy, slightly tangy, slightly sweet, all ending in a well formed base of crust.

Goa has not yet offered me a decent enough cheese cake, so i still adhere to eating Creameaux's Tiramisu. The closest thing i can get to a good dessert.

but it still doesn't compare to the cheese cake.

For those savage imbeciles who still think Cheese cake is made of cheddar — i beg to differ.

i travelled to mumbai this time around with two aims,

one: to spend all my time with family. Done

two: to eat as much cheese cake as possible. I have realised that will never be possible. There will never be enough of cheese cake to satisfy me.

Seven places, i tried the dessert. Too creamy, too fake, too dry, too superlatively perfectious.

seven hundred "MMMMMMmmmmms" later i had to leave the city, back to Goa and its lack of cheese cake.

Two more months to go before i get a hand on another piece of mumbai made CK.

I'm delirious...hoping some where a Goan has decided to make dark cherry cheese cake.

Till then i have learned one lesson. Be like the bears.

Moral: Eat for the winter