My girlfriend and I played miniature golf recently. We have a bit of a "spirited" rivalry (read: bitter) going, and neither of us likes to lose. We were tied, about halfway through the round, when she mentioned that she was making a cheesecake for an upcoming party.
"You know, my dad used to make the world's best cheesecake," I said. "It was his own special recipe. I remember busing tables at his diners as a kid and hearing customers beg him for the secret. Really, they begged. He would charge $100 for a typewritten copy of the recipe -- and he had a fair number of takers. And this was in the 1970s, when $100 was a lot of money."
"Oh my God, you have to get me that recipe, I have to have it! Is it still in the family?" she asked.
"Not that I'm aware, although there are a bunch of old boxes at my sister's house, it might be in one of them. I'm not really sure."
I wouldn't say that the cheesecake distraction was 100% responsible, but I won the match by five strokes. My girlfriend was not happy. She doesn't like to lose.
She also loves to cook and bake, and she became obsessed with me finding that recipe. "Did you look? Have you checked your sister's house yet?" she asked repeatedly. "Is there anywhere else it might be?"
Last week, I e-mailed her with an attachment labeled "Cheesecake Recipe." My cover note simply said, "Guess what I found?!"
Later, she told me that she could hardly contain her excitement in her rush to open the attachment.
This is what she saw (you'll have to scroll down a bit, great cheesecake recipes are worth it):
It was the mini-golf scorecard showing my 5-stroke victory. Cruel, I know. That's just the way I roll sometimes. I thought it was funny anyway...
PS I still haven't found the recipe, so don't bother asking.
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