i don't really know what to say about cheesecake that hasn't been said already. nature's perfect food? proof that god exists? heart disease with blueberries on top?i'm currently playing guido son, meaning i eat leftovers from my mom's fridge every time i go over, regardless of how recently, or how much, i may have eaten before arriving.
like a good italian mother, mine just happened to have an extra cheesecake laying around in her fridge. and i'll be damned if she didn't also have some blueberry topping.
if i were woppier, i'd have eaten it with a spoon out of the pan, but since i wasn't born on a stoop in new jersey, i ate it on a plate that looks like the the 19th century had sex with the 70s.
i bet i'd find meat balls (pronounced bowls) and gravy waiting for me if i ate them. but it's probably for the best that i don't- it seems like vegetarianism is the only thing standing between me and gold chains and a tracksuit.
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