It was hell of a busy Saturday night last week. I came home late and still managed to rush myself to my friend's birthday party before midnight.
Caramel cheesecake for the birthday boy was brought out soon after everyone finished their food.
Speaking of cheesecake, I actually have "cheesecake phobia". The incident happened few years ago, on a very unforgettable afternoon. I was ran to the hospital in tears with constant vomiting and a bucket in my arms. The GP diagnosed me with food poisoning, which I strongly believe it was either caused by the cheesecake I baked that day or the swimming pool's water I accidentally gulped down my throat, and I was given a needle on my thigh. Such painful experience to remember ='[
Since then, no cheesecake for me until don't know when.