To be or not to be...

Its always the way isn't it? Something you could do blindfolded decides to take you down a peg or two.

"Oh I'll make the dessert" I said when my mom asked us down my dads anniversary dinner on Sunday, "I'll make the most amazing cheesecake" I beamed. I'll make it the morning of the dinner I thought confidently, its such an impressive dish!

Oh does pride come before a fall...

I did everything right, in the right order, with the right ingredients...

Whizzed a mix of digestives and shortbread biscuits in the processor and added melted butter, then pressed it into a thick base in my tin.

Then I melted the chocolate, as I always do, in a bain marie, and added the cream and the cream cheese. Then I plopped half the mix in on top of the biscuit. I chopped strawberries in the processor and spread them on the top.

Then I did the same with a smaller amount of milk chocolate and poured that on.

Then the strawberries again, and the rest of the white chocolate mix.

I popped it in the fridge and left it for 5 hours.

Then I took it out, happily pushed it up out of the tin on its loose bottom, and it happily plopped all over me and the counter.

It didn't set.

Why? I'm not sure, I have a vague suspicion that I got distracted by my own fabulousness in the kitchen and I may have added 200mls of cream to the milk chocolate instead of the 100mls that it should have been, and the milk chocolate mix not setting ruined the rest of it as it was in the middle.

Anyway as it turned out (after plenty of squalling and taking of the lords name in vain) all was not lost, I reseurrected most of it into dessert glasses, a botch job that no one noticed as anythign but meant to be like that. I added more cream and some ice cream and it came out as a moussey cheescakey in a glass affair.

It was enjoyed by all, except maybe for me who would have been better with a slice of humble pie!