Ryan and I were born two days apart. I’m the older woman. This year my birthday fell on a Saturday and his fell on a Monday. This may seem like a minor detail but it meant that I spent mine drinking a Cuban Mojito off the coast of Mexico and he spent his in snowy NYC. To make up for it, I wanted to make him an indulgent dessert. He is easy to please when it comes to dessert. The only two he doesn’t like are flan and cheesecake. So I made him a cheesecake.
I won’t even bother trying to explain my logic but let’s just say somebody stole my cake pans, I hate cupcakes and cookies didn’t seem festive enough. Luckily Ryan loved his cake...a fact that is easy enough to believe when you read how much butter, heavy cream, chocolate, sugar and peanut butter I managed to squeeze into one small pie pan.
|Happy Birthday Ryan!|