The Cheese Cake That Lied |Byron Pulsifer

​It was a day that quite hectic and demanding. There was too much to do, not enough time. Everything had to be done in a hurry for the local community hall for the fund raising event for a local singer who had fell on hard times. 

I had to prepare a couple of prizes that were to be given away as part of the fund raiser and my wife had to make the decorations to string around the hall. 

The Day Arrived, But . . .

The day of the fundraiser arrived and we both got up early. We were both still busy getting the final touches ready so there was no time to waste. Just as my wife was about to hurry out the door, she turned around with a terrible stressed look on her face and told me in a stammering voice that she had forgotten to make a cheese cake that was also to be part of the auction. 

I looked at her and froze. Now what do we do? We couldn’t go into town and even buy one at the last minute or we would be terribly late to decorate. I suddenly had an idea. I told my wife that I would make the cheesecake. After all, I had been making cheesecakes for a long time so I was sure I could whip one up in a big hurry. I had just enough time to make it, cool it, and bring it to the hall in time for the auction. My wife wasn’t in any mood to argue because she had a lot of decorating to do to get ready. So, I was on the hook with a stern warning that I better get it done and there on time. 

Working Together 

So, off she went and off I went to get all the ingredients rounded up, and the cheesecake pan and oven ready. Now, for those of you who know how to make cheesecake, you know that you need a crumble base usually made from crumbling up Graham crackers. Well, I got my cream cheese out of the fridge lucky to have enough already in hand. But, when I looked for the crackers, there was none. Not good! 

So, now I was really in a panic. I was expected to bring a cheesecake to the hall pronto. Oh boy, would I get heck if I didn’t deliver. I had to come with something to use as a base for my cheesecake but what to use? I had to come up with something that would be substantial enough so it couldn’t be soda crackers – but what about dog treats? 

Using What We Had 

I knew I had a bag of dog treats, you know the kind – milk bones. I’m sure I had enough to make my cheesecake but obviously I had to be the one to buy the darn thing at the auction so it wouldn’t fall into someone’s hands. Oh well, I figured I could get away with it – after all, I would be there at the start of the auction – so, what the heck -nothing ventured nothing gained, right? 

So, thus the cheesecake was created with good old milk bone and turned out to be a delight to behold. After cooling it in the fridge, I set off to the hall. I placed the cheesecake on the table for the auction and went to find my wife to tell her what was happening. I found her, told her, and I thought she was going to faint. I told her not to worry – I’d buy the darn thing at the auction. I returned to the auction table a few minutes later leaving my wife with a wide open mouthed shocked expression on her face. I had no time to waste so that was that. 

I Would Buy It, But …

Oh no! As I approached the auction table, the cake was gone. Wholly smoke – where did it go? It was gone – it had been purchased by one of the other club members before the auction even opened to the public. Oh no!! 

The very next day, my wife was invited over to one of the female members home for a game of euchre with a couple of the other ladies. So, she decided that she needed a break from the hectic running around the other day so off she went. As soon as she stepped into the living room that was set up for the game, she spied the cheesecake sitting on a side table along with dishes for dessert. The hostess said that after the game was finished, she would treat them to cheesecake and tea. After the game was over, the hostess got up and said she was going to make the tea. My wife was ready to bolt out of her chair and go to the kitchen to tell her about what was really in the cheesecake. 

It Doesn’t Pay To Lie 

But, before my wife could get up, one of the ladies said, “What a great looking cheesecake.” The hostess turned to them and said, “I really hope you like it – I made it myself.” 

A little white lie – my, my, how it can backfire! 

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