One night two weeks ago, as I lay in bed trying my very hardest not to claw my eyeballs out of their sockets, I was reminded of a terrifying night I spent alone all those years ago (wow, it’s almost been a decade).
It was my first experience of a migraine, where the agony in my head is magnified by the stray light that somehow penetrates the pitch blackness that I’m lying in ~ in a dark room, under the blanket with my eyes closed and somehow, somehow, this light fires off microscopic missiles at my eyeballs, sending me into a writhing ball of pain, willing death to come much faster than it apparently wants to.
Last time, the migraine preceeded the crowning and extraction of my wisdom tooth, but we will not go into detail about the amount of pain that involves. This is a G-rated blog afterall.
Oh wait, there is one thing I wanted to say about the extraction. Strangely, one of my most vivid memories from the wisdom tooth extraction (because honestly, being high on Panadeine Forte most of the time, I have very few memories) was that of my ex organising a BBQ days after my extraction, when I was in ridiculous amounts of pain and sucking soup through a straw. The glorious smells from the BBQ (and his apparent insensitivity) elevated me to a new level of OMG-I-HATE-YOU and hence, he is my ex. Good story? Yeah.
So anyway, the recent random onset of a migraine reduced me into a corpse of a person, laying perfectly still in my pitch black bedroom not daring to even breathe too hard for fear of the utter pain that would strike me in the back of my eye sockets.
But as I lay there unmoving, my mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. Oh god. OH GOD. Please, don’t let another wisdom tooth force its way through. I can’t afford to do this again. I can’t – I can’t endure the physical pain, the months of liquids, and work! I can’t not go to work (well, not looking like Theodore the baby chipmunk anyway).
Please. If there is a God (look, hey I even capitalised the ‘G’ for this), please. Don’t punish me, I know I’ve sinned, but I’m only a glutton because… I can’t help myself. It’s a weakness, and please find it in your heart to pity a weak soul. Please.
Last time, mere days after the migraine, my jaw started aching in a way you can’t imagine. I went to the dentist, he did a couple of x-rays and I was in the chair. So this time, I held my breath and waited.
It’s been two weeks, and there’s been no pain, not in my head nor my jaw. I think I’m safe, and in light of not having to survive another wisdom tooth extraction, I thought we’d celebrate by making something devilishly sweet.
Introducing my version of the black and white cheesecake, which is essentially a marbled combination of a New York Cheesecake and Chocolate Cheesecake.
And this ain’t no ordinary cheesecake. It so happened to also teach me about restraint like I’ve never had before. After baking the cheesecake, it requires setting in the fridge overnight, and oh my, the number of times I wanted to sneak a slice early.
In the end, I managed to let it set for a record 14 hours, and in celebration of that (because here at thecattylife it appears we celebrate everything), I had a slice for breakfast.
ps. do you like my black and white photo, in salute to the black and white cheesecake? LOL… sometimes my corniness astounds even me.
|Black and white cheesecake*|
|9oo grams cream cheese
190 grams caster sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
100 grams dark chocolate, rougly chopped
cocoa powder for dusting
140 grams plain flour
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
50 grams caster sugar
50 unsalted butter
1 egg yolk
* This recipe is a variation of the New York Cheesecake and the Chocolate Cheesecake from the Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook.
|Serves 10-12 slices.|