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Self Deception and Cheesecake

I had a major revelation about myself the other day. It's such a huge thing, that now I'm finding myself questioning everything I thought I knew about me. I thought I loved cheesecake. I truly believed that I loved it from from the moment I tasted it years ago when I was a teenager. I've been eating it for like twenty years, thinking it was one of my favorite desserts.

But then the other day, I had a moment of clarity and realized I'd been lying to myself. I don't really like cheesecake. What the heck?

I made a small cheesecake a couple of days ago. I ate a piece and was like, "Hmmm, not great. Don't need to make that recipe again." The next day, I went to throw it out and decided to give it one more try. I took one bite and thought,"Okay, it's not too bad." Took a second bite, and thought, "Nope still don't like it." Then I thought to myself, "Okay girl, why don't you like it? This is a basic cheesecake; what's not to like?" So I took a third bite and thought, "It's creamy, it's a bit sour. Wait a sec, I don't like the sour/creamy combination. But isn't that really what cheesecake is all about---creamy, a little sour? Revelation hit! You don't like cheesecake! That's why you didn't like any of the cheesecakes in the Cheesecake Factory's cheesecake sampler we bought a couple of months ago! Oh!!"

So basically, I've been living a lie most my life. I kept making cheesecakes and ordering them, not liking them, thinking that they just weren't the right recipe. Turns out there is no such thing as the right recipe. I don't understand how I could believe I liked it for all these years. Maybe when I ate my first one, I was super hungry so thought it was terrific, and have been searching for that perfect one ever since. Maybe it's the way they look. They're so pretty. Maybe it was societal pressure. I mean after all, what jerk doesn't like cheesecake, right?

Whatever the reason, I actually feel quite liberated knowing what I know now. What else am I pretending to like or pretending not to like? I intend to find out. It's going to be an interesting new year.

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