A few weeks ago I made a homemade cheesecake for my boss’s family. Although I make a reduced sugar version, he can’t touch it due to health reasons. His family though, is a different story and according to him they are in heaven every time I make it. Without tooting my own horn, (but call me Betty, last name Crocker), I have to admit it is pretty darn delicious and for sure a huge improvement over the very first cheesecake I made, many many moons ago. It was dry and pretty flat looking, missing it’s fluffy, creamy texture and just about required one gallon of milk per slice to wash it down. I’m not kidding and I couldn’t replicate it if my life depended on it. I have no idea what recipe I used (hopefully it got lost), but after all, it was the thought of making it that counted, right? At least that’s what I’ll claim and I have the new, successful and proven recipe memorized.
Today he brought me a bottle of Red Wine as a thank you and token of appreciation for making the cheesecake. One problem….I don’t drink. Despite being German. And not to say that all Germans drink, but we are known to hold our liquor quiete well. Not me, not anymore, I lived away from Germany too long and it’s embarrassing what a cheap date I would be. I start laughing after the first beer and everything appears funny. I get even more relaxed then I’m already are and eventually I just fall asleep. I’m rambling…..but I got home, with the bottle in hand and especially since I don’t drink, I got this bright idea that a glass of wine probably be nice. It makes no sense since you would think that I just set it down and move on, but no, now that it was in the house, it somehow called out to me “Taste me, you won’t regret it”. “You deserve a glass”, “Relax and kick back for a bit”.
A glass… that’s how far I got, but in reality it only took a sip. (Pathetic lol)
The wine is delicious, sweet, smooth but immediately I feel it mess with my head. I sit here, trying to edit a profound post, a subject close to my heart that I want to proof read and polish a bit before posting. I can’t concentrate now and my frame of mind has gone to….well shit for the lack of a better word haha. I stare out the window, wow there is a rainbow in the sky, how pretty. Next thing I’m outside pulling weeds, just before dark, completely sidetracked. I come back in and I still I cannot write, so I doodle around with some pictures and some inspirational quote pops into mind.
In the end there is no profound post tonight but a little photoshop fun and incorporating the quote with some inspiration.
Red, Red Wine you made me feel so fine, but you stole my words and swallowed my lines.
“Imagination has no boundaries and Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence”.