I have loved the tumbling infection
of laughter from my seven-year-old’s
throat, the pitched squeal of my own
relief as his mood revolves
from crank to joy,
better than my mother’s homemade margarita
cheesecake.
I have loved the tumbling infection
of laughter from my seven-year-old’s
throat, the pitched squeal of my own
relief as his mood revolves
from crank to joy,
better than my mother’s homemade margarita
cheesecake.
Sappho's Torque 
If you’re having the kid, may I please have the cheesecake?
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You got it. 🙂
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How have I not heard of margarita cheesecake?
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I have no idea. I thought everyone had. 😉
My mom was a caterer back in the 80s, and one of her specialties was flavored cheesecakes. We live in Texas. The math from there’s not hard to do…
She also made amaretto cheesecakes which were out of this world, as well as chocolate, vanilla, traditional, key lime, and…several others I don’t remember. It was a long time ago.
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You’re mom sounds beyond amazing.
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Indeed she is. I could write a book about it.
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