Some days it seems like everything that could go wrong, does go wrong. And then there are days where you’re feeling good – and things go right. Those are often the days I buy a lottery ticket; you know, just in case.
This past Wednesday was a good day.
For a month or more – ever since we lost power at work – my computer headset and desktop speakers were not set up correctly. During some phone calls my head set would work; other times the caller’s voice was being projected like they were on speaker phone. I had enough and was determined to fix it. I tweaked around with the settings until I had it figured out.
Another technology problem I kept putting off for another day was that my phone was not alerting me when MOH would send me a text message. Yes, handy at times, but not at others. Emboldened by my success with the computer audio, I opened up my iPhone instruction book (a/k/a Google) and was also able to fix that annoyance. I was on a roll and sent MOH a text message.
I’m a beast! Do you need any IT help today? I fixed my text message notifications, and I fixed my audio on my computer at work. Woo hoo!
He texted me back to say he was having trouble with the printer and told me to bring my badass skills home to help him out. I assured him it would be no problem. I felt invincible. And three is my lucky number. I was going for a hat-trick.
I needed to pick up a few things at Meijer on the way home, so I made a pitstop. As I was zippy-ing down the frozen food aisle for a bag of peas, I saw it.
Junior’s Cheesecake.
Juniors Cheesecake from New York City.
I’ve talked about this cheesecake for a long time. Years. (I first discovered it on a trip to NYC with MOH in 2012.) I’ve told people at work about it. I tell people who are planning to visit NYC about it. I’ve considered having one shipped to me, and now here it was, just waiting for me in the freezer section of my local Meijer.
I was so excited, I almost forgot MOH’s peas. I definitely wasn’t interested in his printer problem any longer. I texted him.
I’m sorry to say I might’ve used up my third lucky thing of the day on something that I didn’t intend to. Tell you about it when I get home.
When I got home, MOH was pretty excited about the Junior’s Cheesecake as well and didn’t seem too put out about my dis-interest in his printer problem. The package indicated that we should thaw in the refrigerator overnight. I wasn’t surprised by this, but Oh! the anticipation. Would it be as good as I remembered? Would it taste as good in Grass Lake Michigan as it does in Times Square?
On Thursday after dinner, as we sat down for the evening, I asked MOH if he wanted a piece of cheesecake. “I forgot all about that,” he said. But did he really? How could he have? I’d been thinking about it all day.
It was a small cheesecake. That’s okay. There are only two of us. It said there were eight servings, but you know that is a lie. I cut it in half. The knife cut through it like it was “butta”. Then I cut the halves in half and called it good.
Do you like cheesecake? Look in your Meijer freezer section for Junior’s New York Cheesecake. I’m sorry to say it does NOT taste as good as being on vacation in New York City, but I have to concur with MOH, “That’s damn good cheesecake.”
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