My real name is Bad Blogger D’Souza. I know I’m supposed to post these things “as.and.when.they.happen”, but I fail sometimes.
Not to worry because I did make a blueberry cheesecake and I’m willing to share the recipe with you for one night only. I mean forever. Forever and ever.
So last last Saturday, we were visited by the in-laws (mine, not his) and we all drove down to Shelton, about 2 hours away from home. We took the happy dogs along since they love the outdoors and went on our way to visit my person’s dad’s cousins Jacque and Glen.
Saying that they have a cute house that I want is more than I want to say. I want a cozy house like that with a bathtub garden, and a huge lawn with a well in the middle and berries that you can pick and snack on while you garden. Sigh.
They also have bees.
Bees live here
This is le bathtub garden. Angels watch over it because it’s so heavenly.
It’s all very whimsical to me. You can’t blame me for getting carried away. I’ve only seen these kinds of places in my dreams or in Hallmark movies. I love it!
We ate good, home-cooked and mostly homegrown meals and my cheesecake (I haven’t forgotten the recipe!), played with the dogs and just enjoyed the weekend. My person and I had to stay in a creepy motel room but breakfast the next day made up for it.
Oh, I forgot about Dos! He’s their 13-year-old Jack Russel Terrier. He could be 14 too, but deep down he’s still a baby. The dogs thought he was their new horsing around friend and Dos did try too. Poor boy, they really wore him out.
The silly dogs being silly faces
Little Dos and his tennis ball
Itty bitty berries that grow up to be my food
Okay so, I know you only waited this long for the cheesecake recipe. I honour your bravery.
This is the recipe I go back to time and time again because it’s delicious and you can make it with almost any fruit because the fruit is only the topping. BBC Good Food, I’m still working on perfecting this recipe, but boy is it amazing!
Ah, the sweet side of life.