I woke up at 5:30 this morning with the realization that the last time I made cheesecake (months ago) my springform pan broke. And here I was planning to make cheesecake today for my dinner guests tomorrow night. Bah.
And I had just gone to town yesterday and could have easily bought a new one, had I only remembered, but there’s not much chance of finding one locally. Double Bah.
So I dozed back into a restless sleep, evaluating the possibility of serving cheesecake out of a pie pan, which sounds like a crumbly mess.
When I got up, I went straight to the cabinet and, lo and behold, there was my springform pan. It even seems to work properly. A miraculous resurrection! Well, sort of. I think I must have patched the mechanism together after it broke, though I had forgotten. I will be treating it rather gently and hoping that it holds together one more time.
So today I want to make three or four pies, a cheesecake, chicken mushroom lasagnas, pumpkin muffins, and cut up a bunch of celery sticks. Hopefully, that should take care of my food prep for the weekend. I have guests who are bringing the rest of the food–what a treat!
This Sunday night begins Yom Kippur, Judaism’s most high holy day. When I think of the solemnity of a Day of Atonement, a day when one needs to have everything set right, to reconcile all differences, and get right with God, I am so thankful that my Jesus was my atonement.
Amazing love–how can it be
That Thou my God wouldst die for me?
My Messiah–the fulfillment of Yom Kippur. Praise His Holy NAME~