So there I was, trying to stick to my Biggest Loser Resort plan — uh-huh — when I stumbled onto …
Believe it or not, this junk food junkie doesn’t really care for cheesecake. Too heavy and greasy, even for me. Like eating a sweet brick, IMO.
But this sexy shop lured me in. This shop with sensual lettering on the windows, spelling chocolate in many languages. Once I went through the door, I was transported from Pennsyltucky to Provence; the country French setting dotted with adorable chocolates, teas, French butter cookies.
I was in the mood for a little something. A homemade cheesecake sign caught my eye. No biggie.
So imagine my surprise when I was told the recipe was one based on Junior’s famous cheesecake, from Brooklyn. That’s right. This Nu Yawka had never had Junior’s because, as I said, I never cared about cheesecake, famous or not.
I had to go to Amish Country to finally find out about Junior’s cheesecake. How about that?
While you’re at it, make one for me too, wouldja? On second thought …