Butterscotch Cheesecake
It was one day after we lost Inong. I was so sad, brokendown. I’d been quiet all day and silently crying my eyes out.
Looking at my graveyard face, hubby came up with a devastating idea of the year,”Bake some cake. It will make you feel better,” a desperate attempt to cheer me up. A desperate attempt, indeed.
Not only it sounded silly as hell, it was ridiculous to the extreme. I mean, what was he thinking? Baking would only make me cry even louder because it would just remind me of Inong and all of the encounters I had with her. Baking! Is he insane? Oops, I forgot, he is insane. That’s why we hooked up in the first place, didn’t we, honey?
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