A Valentine Dessert for Your Love
Dessert gets a bad rap around our house these days. We love it but we know it is not healthy. But a special occasion like Valentine’s Day is the perfect time to indulge in treat. I’m happy to be sharing this recipe with you, as well as the love story that goes with it.
My mother swore it was this cheesecake that sealed the deal between her and my stepfather. She was a widow with three children, he was a widower with five. On the night the they decided to make it a blended family, this cheesecake was on the menu. If you believe the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, this might just be the ticket.
1 double package of shortbread cookies* (The original recipe specified Lorna Doones).
2 8-0z. packages of cream cheese
½ cup sugar
¼ tsp. salt
4 eggs separated
½ pint heavy cream
1 large can cherry pie filling
*I make my own shortbread cookies and crumble and use them (1 cup flour, ½ cup butter, ¼ cup brown sugar)
- Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
- Crumble the cookies with the butter and press into the bottom of a 9″ spring-form pan.
- Cream together the cream cheese, sugar, and salt.
- Add the flour and vanilla.
- Separate the eggs and add one yolk at a time, beating in between.
- Add the heavy cream, stirring in by hand.
- Beat the egg whites until stiff peaks form. Fold into batter by hand. Mixture will seem a little lumpy.
- Pour over crust.
- Bake for one hour. Then turn off the oven and open the oven door a crack and leave in there for another hour.
- When cake is done, take out of the oven and cool completely. You can put it in the fridge.
- When cool, top with cherries or desired fruit.
The top of the cake has a tendency to crack. You can try cooking it in a water bath, or loosening the edges with a knife after you turn the oven off. It really makes no difference, as you will be topping the cake with canned cherry pie filling. I’ve tried using light cream cheese and half and half instead of heavy cream, but it is not the same.
My whole family agreed that they had a tingly surge of happiness when they ate a piece. Maybe it was the sugar, but maybe, just maybe, it was Cupid’s arrow.