Twelve Cheesecake Favorites for National Cheesecake Day

Classic round, bars, squares or topping brownies, baked or no-bake, cheesecake is a popular year round dessert. In fact, what makes this dessert so versatile is the endless options for flavors, for mix-ins, for crusts and for toppings. Seasonal and local fruits are not only a great inspiration for new incarnations, but allow for use of the freshest ingredients. But with or without fruit, the choices are limited only by your imagination: peanut butter, Nutella, nuts, chocolate, cookies, candy, mint . . .

Having found so much interest in the flavor pairings I've put together for cheesecake recipes on this blog, and in honor of National Cheesecake Day, I've gathered together the recipes of twelve favorites. I hope you'll try them all.

So here they are, in no particular order, my 12 current cheesecake favorites. Click on the name and you will magically be transported to the blog post with the corresponding recipe. As usual, you'll find the recipe at the very bottom of the page.

1) Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake is for the chocolate and peanut butter lovers. I know I've got one in my family. This cheesecake features both flavors in a crust made from chocolate and peanut butter sandwich cookies.

2) Strawberry and Caramel Swirl Chocolate Chip Cheesecake is a simple chocolate chip cheesecake swirled with layers of strawberry and caramel then baked in a chocolate graham cracker crust.

3) Rustic Lemon Cheesecake Bars are bursting with lemon flavor. Dollops of the crust are also baked onto the top of these bars for a bit of a crunchy texture.

4) Orange Blueberry Cheesecake is a new but just as refreshing variation of the classic pairing of lemon with blueberry. This cheesecake is full of orange flavor and studded with fresh blueberries.

5) Creme de Menthe Cheesecake Brownies are classic a classic gooey brownie base topped with cheesecake flavored with creme de menthe baking chips.


6) Apple Pie Cheesecake has all the flavors of an apple pie baked into a cheesecake, garnished with a caramel apple topping.

7) Pistachio White Chocolate Cheesecake is a classic dense cheesecake, infused with white chocolate and a hint of pistachio flavor, baked then dusted with chopped nuts.

8) Chocolate Cookies and Cream Cheesecake is for chocolate lovers. A chocolate cheesecake studded with cookie crumbs is baked in a cookies and cream crust.

9) No Bake White Russian Cheesecake is a no bake cheesecake interpretation of a chocolate, cream and coffee flavored cocktail. Refrigerated to set, then topped with a chocolate glaze.

10) Dark Cherry Cheesecake in a Pecan Crust, the nutty crunch of a pecan crust goes perfectly with this cheesecake swirled with syrup and topped with dark sweet cherries.

11) Strawberry Lemonade Cheesecake Squares feature strawberry lemonade flavored no bake cheesecake in a baked sugar cookie dough base.

12) Cinnamon Cheesecake with Mixed Berries is a cinnamon flavored cheesecake topped with macerated mixed berries.

Whether it's today, National Cheesecake Day, or any day, if you're serving family, guests, or just yourself (save me a fork), if you want a beautiful and flavorful dessert, think cheesecake. 

As always, any time you make one of my recipes, I'd love to see it. Feel free to post a picture of it to my Baking In A Tornado facebook page.

Throw a Pot: Funny Friday

Today’s post is this month’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.

Here's today's picture. It was submitted by Dawn of Spatulas on Parade.

1. Elmer Fudd: Wascally wabbit . . .
     PS: If you're too young to understand this one, google it.

2. Wife: I tried that new dog food. Put just a little in the bowl on the deck.
Husband: How did it go?
Wife: I think he objects to the change.
Husband (thinking he's quite clever): How do you know, did he tell you?
Wife: Yeah, he did.
Husband (confused): He did?
Wife: Yes. Go look at the bowl I used out on the deck.

3. Husband: I did it.
Wife: Did what?
Husband: You asked if I wanted to go throw a clay pot. I did.
Wife (rolling her eyes): I was asking if you wanted to go to the potter and make a pot. It's called "throwing a pot".
Husband: Well, the good news is, now we actually need one.

4. Wife (stepping out on the back porch and shaking her head): "I don't need to move it from the railing," he said. "It's safe here", he said. "Well you can clean it up" I say.

5. Wife: I don't think the birds liked that clay bird bath I bought them. Maybe they prefer a shower.



 And now for something yummy: 

Shrimp Enchiladas

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:

 The Bergham Chronicles
Spatulas on Parade 

Shrimp Enchiladas

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 TBSP butter
12 oz large shrimp, shelled and deveined
1/2 tsp taco seasoning 
4 oz can small shrimp, well drained
1 clove garlic, minced
4 oz mushrooms, cleaned and sliced
1 1/2 cups white rice
1 cup chopped pepper jack cheese
10 8-inch soft tortillas
1/3 cup water

OPT: pico de gallo and/or guacamole for serving

Directions:
*Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 10 X 15 baking dish.
*Melt the butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the large shrimp and sprinkle with the taco seasoning.
*Cook for 2 - 3 minutes. Turn the shrimp over and continue cooking until the shrimp is pink, completely cooked. Remove to a large bowl. Add the small shrimp.
*To the same skillet, add the garlic and mushrooms. Cook and stir until the mushrooms are soft. Add to the bowl with the shrimp.
*Cook the rice. Add the hot rice and the pepper jack cheese to the bowl with the shrimp. Mix well. Divide this mixture evenly into the center of the tortillas. Roll the tortilla around the center and place into the prepared baking dish. 
*Pour the water around the tortillas so it drips to the bottom of the baking dish. Cover tightly and bake for 35 to 45 minutes, until hot. 
*OPT: Serve with pico de gallo (my recipe HERE) and/or guacamole.

Suckdom is for Mondays

Sunday sucked. I blame the TV repairman.

It pains me to say this about a Sunday because no part of a weekend should suck. Ever. Let alone a whole day. If you need to survive a sucky day, it should be Monday. If I'm ever president of the United States, that will be my first order of business, I'm signing an Executive Order. Saturdays and Sundays cannot suck. Suckdom is reserved for Mondays.

The precipitating factor actually happened earlier in the week. Hubs' 50 inch TV, down in the man cave, stopped working. He took it to a repair shop, then started spending an inordinate amount of time in(vading) my space. 

Now I don't know if you're one of those who thinks that spending all your free time together is good for a couple. I can tell you I'm not. Some time, yes. But too much is . . . well . . . too much. For one thing, I don't mind quiet time. I read my Kindle, do Sudoku on my iPad, bake, read news stories on my cell, all without the TV on. And when I do watch TV, it tends to be true crime shows. During the day, I do this in the den as it's near the kitchen where I'm cooking, baking or prepping meals and near the laundry room as well.

Hubs, on the other hand, likes to have the TV on a lot of the time. It's mostly tuned to the financial news network or to men riding in carts who stop now and then to hit a ball while announcers whisper about where that ball is going (which, honestly, you can see all by yourself) as if speaking too loud would spook the damn thing and set it off in another direction. Simultaneous to having these shows on, he's not reading but listening to stories on his cell. LOUDLY. So it works out that I am often in the den while he does most of his Sunday relaxing one floor down in his man cave.

This past Sunday was a rainy day. There were things to do around the house, but it was a lazy day and we weren't going anywhere. I hadn't planned to watch much TV, and while the laundry was in the washing machine, I decided to lay down on the couch in the den to read a book on my iPad. First I opened up this blog post to check on the recipe pics, Peach Spritzer. They looked good to me. I needed to write the accompanying post by the end of the day today but at least I had the recipe and pictures done.

Peach Spritzer 

Hubs walks in and turns on the TV. Golf. Of course. Sits down on the other couch, grabs his cell and starts listening to a news story. Did I mention LOUDLY? So much for reading, so I shut the iPad. When it comes to TV shows today, I do have one recourse. The Red Sox are playing at noon and I can set up my laptop to screen it onto the TV, something we'll both enjoy.

First though, I had to write that blog post. I usually write 4 to 6 weeks out, but I was way behind. I had too busy a day on Monday so it had to get it done. It's difficult to do on my cell or iPad so I needed to write something before hooking my laptop up to the TV.

As I was about to start writing, the washer played it's "I'm done" song. Hubs got up and went into the laundry room. He has never, ever done that. Usually if he's in the den when it goes off, he sits there while I passive/aggressively sarcastically say "I'll get that", and go put the clothes into the dryer. But he went in there, and I thought (naively, it turns out) with him helping with the laundry and the Red Sox about to play it would be a good day.

Hubs was in the laundry room an inordinate amount of time, so I went in to check on him. Turns out he did not know how to open the door to the washing machine. Yes, you read that right. And clearly I've been doing something wrong. So I put the laundry in the dryer and now I even had something to write about. The woes of not training a spouse early on.

I wrote my blog post. It was a good one. Pinky swear. Unfortunately you'll never read it. I always, I mean always, consistently, regularly, invariably, repeatedly, habitually, unfailingly (get the picture?), copy and paste every blog post, or partially written post if that's the case, into a document. Just in case. But the Red Sox were starting and I wanted to hook up the laptop. Don't worry, I saved the post (twice to be sure) and closed blogger.

At about this time the dryer dinged and, miracle of miracles, Hubs went into the laundry room for the second time in his life and I even heard the dryer door open. 

Two things happened during the Red Sox commercials. First I had to water one of my plants on the front porch. As I said, it was raining, but this one was under the roof of the deck, the only one of my plants that needed watering.

But there were 2 bees patrolling the area. Not just regular bees either, giant ones, the size of jet fighters. 

They had been there for days, forcing me to come and go via the garage. But they had taken residence right by the archway where my plant is. Whenever I tried to get near the plant, they would zing back and forth across that archway. Territorial little bug(gers). Clearly they were not going to let me near that pot and since bee stings weren't on the agenda, I needed another strategy. So I stood at the front door with a pot of water, opened the door, threw the water at the plant from indoors while slamming the door. Three pots later, the flowers had water. As did my hallway rug, hair, and most of my clothes.

For the record, when I came back, Hubs did not say a word.


Second, I picked up my iPad to check my email. It was open to this blog page, apparently when I checked the recipe and pics earlier I hadn't closed it. So I saved and closed the post. I knew immediately what I had done. I had opened the page earlier, before I wrote and saved the whole blog post. So it only had the recipe and drink pics. And I had just saved it that way. Overriding the previous save WITH the blog post. So it was gone. Heartbroken, I went back into the post to check. Yup, gone. Unrealistically expecting a miracle I clicked the "undo" button. Which deleted the Peach Spritzer pics and the recipe. Perfect.

The Red Sox lost. 

Hubs didn't miss a beat, back to whispering golf and loud cell phones. I went into the laundry room to grab the clothes to put away, only to find the still damp thicker heavier clothes neatly folded among the had-been-fully-dried clothes.

New plan. Make another batch of those Peach Spritzers. Is it 5:00 pm somewhere? I couldn't care less. Skip the cup, I'm drinking from the pitcher. And then I'm starting a go-fund-me account. I wonder how much money it'll take to bribe that TV repair man to move Hubs' television to the head of the line.

Peach Spritzer        
                                                       ©www.BakingInATornado.com

Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 bottle Chardonnay
1/2 cup vanilla rum
1 cup white grape peach juice
2 ripe peaches, pitted and sliced
1 cup club soda, tonic water or lemon/lime soda

Directions:
*In a large pitcher, mix the wine, rum and peach juice. Add the peach slices and refrigerate a few hours up to a day.
*Pour the soda into the pitcher just before serving.

The Sky's Not Falling: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 5 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

Hubs was down in the man cave watching sports one Saturday morning when I went to take a shower. Of course in the shower is where I remember everything, this time it was something I needed Hubs to do.

Once out of the shower and before I could forget, I opened the door to the basement (where the man cave is) and yelled down to tell him what I needed him to do.

I sat down on the couch in the den and started working on a blog post. Fifteen minutes later, the door from the garage to the house opens and in walks Hubs.

I'm guessing he didn't hear what I need him to do . . .

We were sitting in the living room and the boys were talking about how they rarely use social media. They tend to use SnapChat, but those posts aren't permanent. 

Hubs: Do you use Instagram?
PurDude: I have an account, but I rarely post there.
Me: I rarely use it too because you have to post pics from your phone and I mostly take food pics with my camera to download onto my laptop so I can edit them and use them on my blog.
Hubs: You can't post to Instagram from your laptop?
PurDude: I think you can.
Me: I have it on my laptop, but can only post a pic on my cell. Although, there's a good possibility I'm just not doing it right.
Hubs: Yeah, I was gonna say it's probably operator error.
Me: And you were almost smart enough not to say it out loud.
Hubs: Well, I also didn't tell you it might help if you go ask a 10 year old . . .
 

PurDude got a new car. It didn't have a front license plate holder, and we have to have both front and back plates here. The guys were out front trying to figure out how to get a plate onto the front of his car as the area where it would go is not flat and there were no holes in the right places for a plate to fit when I walked out.

Me: I have a joke.
Hubs (a little frustrated): I'm not in the mood for a joke right now.
Me: How many Blessings does it take to put on a license plate?

And for the record, we did get that plate on. And I was the one to finally figure it out.

Hubs had talked to our insurance company about insuring PurDude's car. The next day he shared with us that he got a survey about the customer service he received. I told him to fill it out as they are just great every time we call them.

Hubs fills it out, then starts laughing.

Hubs: This must be a joke, after the survey it tells me I can thank Sarah.
Me: How?
Hubs: You can click one of these options. It must be a joke.
Me: What are the options?
Hubs: Well, like the first one is "a promotion". Oh, oh no, oops, I just clicked on it.
Me: That's OK. What were the other options?
Hubs: Well, all I know is the second one was a free lunch. Damn, maybe she'd like a free lunch.
Me: Don't worry, with her new promotion she can buy herself lunch.
Hubs: Oh. Yeah. Right. Good.

And now I'm going to wonder for the rest of my life if Sarah actually got a promotion.

I was talking to PurDude about the cord to my laptop, which has cracked open in one spot. He suggested I check google to see where I can get a new one.

Hubs: The casing actually is open? Is there exposed cord?
Me: Yes, a little, it just pulled apart up by where it plugs into the laptop.
Hubs: I need to cover that with electrical tape.
Me: It'll be fine until I get a new one.
Hubs: No, it's dangerous. It could shock you.
Me: I raised two boys, nothing can shock me.

I actually got a rare chuckle out of PurDude with that one!

Peach White Chocolate Chip Cake

I often talk about episodes where auto-correct gets me in trouble. I really (really, really) need to take the time to be sure I read and read again what I'm posting before I press "enter".

My friend had posted a picture of herself. It was a really beautiful picture so I commented on it, writing "perfect".

I went back later to see the other comments people had written to her. That's when I saw it, my comment on her picture, "pervert". 

Hubs usually stops up the street at the mailbox to get the mail. We're in a cluster box, and in a system that only makes sense to the USPS, not the one closest to our house. Hubs stops there on the way home, unless I've texted him during the day to tell him that I got the mail and he doesn't have to stop.

One day last week:

Hubs: There wasn't any mail today.
Me: Yes there was, I got it.
Hubs: Oh, you didn't tell me.
Me: Yes I did.
Hubs: I must not have seen your text.
Me: Well that's funny, 'cause you answered it.

Hubs walks in the door after work.

Hubs: Gonna go quickly change my clothes, I'm starving, what's for dinner?

I tell him what we're having, he goes upstairs and doesn't come back down. I go up to see if he's OK, and he's just sitting there.

Me: You OK?
Hubs: Yeah, I'm fine. And I want to stay that way.
Me: OK . . . why aren't you coming down to eat, you said you were starving?
Hubs: I don't want to die.
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Hubs: You said you were serving poison chicken.
Me: Hoisin. Hoisin chicken, not poison chicken.
Hubs: You're not trying to kill me?
Me: Not today.

Note to self: no need to go screaming for your husband because the roof is leaking. That's actually the shadow of the bird cage you have hanging there.

And btw, no matter what you think you see, the sky's not falling either.

I had been making a few recipes using peaches and decided to create a cocktail recipe. I knew some of the ingredients I wanted to use, but had a question about quantities.

Me: How many cups in a bottle of wine.
Hubs: For you . . . one.

Yeah, that helped.

Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

Never Ever Give Up Hope  
Menopausal Mother 
Spatulas on Parade
Bookworm in the Kitchen

Peach White Chocolate Chip Cake

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 box white cake mix
1/2 cup oil
1/4 cup French vanilla creamer
3 eggs
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 box (about 3 oz) peach jello, divided
1/2 cup white chocolate chips 
2 ripe peaches, pitted and sliced thin 

1/4 cup powdered sugar

NOTE: You won't use all of the peach jello granules, seal the packet and save the rest for another time

Directions:
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 9 X 13 baking pan.
*Beat the cake mix, oil, creamer, eggs, cinnamon and 3 TBSP of the jello granules for 2 minutes. Stir in the white chocolate chips and pour evenly into the prepared pan.
*Spread the peach slices over the top of the batter and bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until the top is browned and the center springs back to the touch.
*Cool completely, sprinkle with powdered sugar.
*Store, covered, in refrigerator. Bring to room temperature for serving.

Cloak of Invisibility

Hubs really pissed me off the other day. Bet that never happens to you. Well I've got a great strategy for saving your marriage. Or, at the very least, keeping you out of jail. 

It's the cloak of invisibility. Thank you, Harry Potter. Or should I say J. K. Rowling?

On this particular day, it started like this:

We were watching the Celtics. It was half time, granted, but the sportscasters were talking about a very promising player from Purdue who had just gotten a contract, and I wanted to hear what they had to say.

As always, during commercials, at halftime, even during the show, Hubs grabbed his cell phone. And as usual he prefers to hear than to see the news. Way too loud, of course.

Me (after glaring at him for a few minutes, to which he is always oblivious): Do you want to turn that down or off?
Hubs (angrily): It's half time. 
Me (I can do "angrily" too): Really? That's your answer?

For the record, he did turn his phone down, but the damage was done. We all know that attitude was just not going to stand.

Let me say now, in the spirit of full disclosure, that I've threatened, in some darker moments, to add a little something to his food. Always the night before an election to stop him from canceling out my vote, but when he pushes my buttons too. And just for the record, not enough to kill him. Not only would I have no one to kill the spiders (yikes), but one thing I've learned from all those true crime shows is that the police always start their suspicions with the spouse. Also, considering the number of times I've threatened this particular scenario, I figure I'd be in handcuffs before he hit the floor. And I don't look good in stripes. Nor could I pee in an open cell. Hell, I can't even use a bedpan.

But, back to Hubs, I figure a little intestinal discomfort may just make a point.

Of course that's difficult to do when I eat what he eats. And really, ruining a good dinner? Now there's something that should, in and of itself, be against the law. 

Beef in Peach Barbecue Sauce

So on to plan B, the cloak of invisibility. Or what's more commonly known as "wait till he shuts his eyes". Which he tends to do quite a lot while watching TV. "I wasn't sleeping" he always gruffly insists, "I was just blinking". I don't know about you, but in my book if you're snoring, that's a super long "blink". Even if you end up waking yourself up with that racket within a minute or two.

So I have to be strategic. Work fast. So at the first hint at an extra long "blink" {{wink, wink}}, I tiptoe over and grab the remote. Change the channel from sports to the Food Network, stick the remote on the stairs and wait. 

Hubs wakes up, sees what's on TV and starts looking around. He's patting the chair, checking the floor, standing up and looking under his butt . . . nothing.

Hubs: I was watching that game. What happened? Where's the remote?
Me (looking around, searching for the remote): Oh, there it is, on the stairs.
Hubs: How did it get there?
Me: You must have put it there when you went up to change. And you probably pressed a button and changed the channel when you put it down. 

He looks at me with skepticism. He knows that's not possible, that he was sitting there watching the game. But he has to either accept my explanation or admit he was sleeping. Gotcha!

Hubs sits back down to watch TV. I start to sing softly, under my breath "soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr purr".

Damn, Sheldon, that song really works.

Next, his cell phone. Now this is more of a challenge because it's sitting on the side table next to him. But it's that or arsenic, so I'm going to have to be up to the challenge. Slip the cell off of the table and put it in the pantry. And because I'm impatient (or mean), I call it.

Another quite amusing (if I do say so myself) round of chair patting and under butt checking, he follows the sound into the pantry. 

Hubs: That's not funny, putting my phone into the pantry.
Me: I didn't put it there. How would I get your phone? You probably put it down when you went in there to get a snack. 

His look told me he was on to me, but once again, between a rock and a hard place, he couldn't challenge me. 

This cloak of invisibility stuff is way too much fun. Anyone got some shaving cream? A sharpie? A bucket of water? Yeah, this could become a problem. I may need a support group.

Or maybe Elizabeth Warren has a plan for that. 

Beef in Peach Barbecue Sauce        
                                                    ©www.BakingInATornado.com

Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 TBSP white grape peach juice
1/2 peach, finely chopped
1 cup barbecue sauce
2 TBSP peach jam
about 1# thin sliced eye of round 

OPT: potato salad for serving

Directions:
*Heat the juice and the chopped peach over medium high heat. Stir and cook until the peaches are soft. Add the barbecue sauce and peach jam. Heat and stir until hot.
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 8 X 8 baking pan. Spoon about 1/4 of the sauce into the bottom of the pan. Add slices of beef followed by sauce until it's all in the pan. Cover tightly with heavy tin foil.
*Cook for about 40 minutes until the beef is hot and cooked and the sauce is bubbly.
*OPT: serve over potato salad.

Firetrucks and Football: Use Your Words

Today’s post is a monthly writing challenge. If you’re new here, this is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once. All of the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the recipient will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I'm using: firetruck ~ ice ~ rug ~ light ~ microwave
They were submitted by Rena of Wandering Web Designer.
                         
Growing up, my boys loved when we were out driving around and saw a train or a firetruck. Must be a boy thing. Never thrilled me, but then I remember from my own childhood the time we had one of those trucks pull up to our house. This was the second time we'd been hit by lightening. I don't remember the first time.

A have great pictures of the boys, at different fairs in town, sitting in the truck with huge smiles on their faces. And if the firemen turned on the lights and sirens? Those kids were thrilled. 

I learned, the hard way, that it's a little different when they come to your house. When the boys were little, I had been doing my laundry one day and went into the laundry room to see smoke. The washer had finished running and there were no visible flames, but there was smoke. I called and within minutes could hear the sirens.

In walked two firemen in full firefighting regalia. I'm not really sure why, I had been pretty clear about the situation over the phone, but in they walked in gigantic yellow inflated looking pants and coats, clear face masks and giant hats, big boots that made clomping noises when they walked and each carrying an axe.

Holy hell, I think I'd rather have my house burn down than ever hear my boys scream like that again. Freddie or Jason would have been less traumatizing. Freddie AND Jason would have been less traumatizing.

After (way too joyfully, if you ask me) taking their hatchets to my washing machine, they got it taken apart (I'm willing to bet that repair men have a less harmful way to accomplish this). No fire, chances are it was just the motor. And out they went.

The second time we called them (years later, btw) was an ice cold day. 

Now, as an aside, let me tell you that I grew up following professional sports. I'm a Bostonian so that means the Red Sox, the Patriots, the Celtics and the Bruins. College sports wasn't a big thing, except while I was in college, of course.

Anyway, a freezing cold day, college football was on TV and I was going to throw dinner on the grill. When I went out to the deck I knew immediately that something was wrong. The propane canister was hissing, clearly the seal had broken and the gas was leaking out. Not good. We didn't know what to do about it so we tried to find a phone number for the local police, no answer, and local fire station, no phone number available. We hated to call 911 just to find out what to do, but had no choice. They would not release this sensitive information, so a few minutes later we heard those sirens.

Children safely ensconced in my bedroom with the TV on, the firemen came out to the deck, unhooked the propane, stuck a rug in the middle of the yard and placed the tank on it. Apparently the plan was to just let the tank empty into the air. It wasn't until that time that I realized that they were very . . . shall we say . . . not happy with us. They wouldn't come inside, but like little kids at a candy shop they stood with their noses pressed against the glass of our slider trying to watch the local college team play football on our TV.

I blame them, just for the record. If they had been willing to tell us to unhook the propane and stick it in the middle of the yard ourselves, they could have stayed at the station watching the game in comfort.

Tank empty the men headed back to their truck. But on the way out I swear I heard one of the firemen muttering under his breath "next time use the damn microwave".

Jeez buddy, it's just college ball. Lighten up, have a cookie.

Strawberry Cheesecake Cookies

Here are links to all the other Use Your Words posts:

Wandering Web Designer 
Spatulas on Parade
The Bergham Chronicles  
On the Border
Bookworm in the Kitchen
Part-time Working Hockey Mom 
Climaxed 

Strawberry Cheesecake Cookies

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients (makes about 4 dz):

1 stick butter, room temperature
1/2 stick margarine, room temperature 
4 oz cream cheese, room temperature
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 eggs, room temperature
1 tsp strawberry extract
2 1/4 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
10 Strawberry Cheesecake flavored Fudge Stripe Cookies, crushed
1/3 cup freeze dried strawberries, chopped

NOTE: If you cannot find the Strawberry Cheesecake flavored cookies, you can skip the cookies and add another 1/4 cup of flour and another 1/3 cup freeze dried strawberries to the recipe

Directions:
*Cream the butter, margarine, cream cheese, sugar and brown sugar until smooth. Beat in the eggs and strawberry extract.
*Slowly at first, beat in the flour, baking soda and salt. Mix in the crushed cookies and freeze dried strawberries.
*Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour.
*Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper.
*Roll the dough into about 1 inch balls (works best if you use wet hands), and place on cookie sheets.
*Bake for 9 to 11 minutes or until the edges start to brown.