As you know, I was up until two in the morning Friday making pumpkin cheesecakes. What I didn't tell you was....
Well, I have a reputation for making good desserts. Nick knows, probably best of all, that I also am very picky when it comes to presentation. If there is something wrong with how it looks, or if there may be something wrong with the way it was cooked, I would rather throw it away than bring it out in public. I would be mortified.
While I was making the cheesecakes, I thought something went wrong (I'll get to what in a second). As I tried to find a way to correct it, I couldn't find evidence that something did go wrong...so I began to think that I possibly could have imagined it since it was so late and I was very tired. I was mixing the batter and came to adding the eggs. The recipe calls for eight eggs, added one at a time, at the very end...just before adding the pumpkin. At this point the mixing bowl is very full. In fact, it is so full that I have to pour it into the biggest serving bowl I have before adding in the pumpkin so that there is enough room. As I was adding the fourth egg, I thought I saw a big piece of shell fall into the batter. I stopped the mixer at once (the last thing I needed was for it to be beaten into lots of little pieces). I had no idea how I was going to search for this fragment of shell...I couldn't very well dunk my whole hand in to feel around for it, though I was extremely tempted to do so as I couldn't find any shell. I decided that after adding all the eggs, I would pour the batter slowly from the mixing bowl to the serving bowl to see if I could see the shell that way. I didn't see it. That is when I began to think that I possibly may have imagined it falling in in the first place. So I made the cheesecakes and brought one with me to the Ladies Christmas Tea.
There was a lot of food and desserts at the tea, and just under half of my cheesecake was eaten. Those who had some had rave reviews of it...but I was pleased that I could bring some home for leftovers. I had some later that night and the boys and I shared some Saturday before picking Daddy up. Still I found no egg shell, and thankfully had heard of no one at the tea having chomped an egg shell. Then Nick and I each had a piece after lunch yesterday (while the boys were sleeping, so we didn't have to share) and halfway through my piece....you guessed it! I found the egg shell...in my own piece!
If that is not tangible proof of God's love, I don't know what is!!
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