Pride Obviously Cometh Before the Rich Dessert

I think you'll all agree that I don't mind being relatively transparent.

I've openly discussed my unhealthy obsession with TAB and Cheez-Its.  I admit that I talk to my dog and conversely, that he generally responds in kind.  I have freely admitted that I am married to and dearly love a man that is my complete polar opposite.  He is methodical and proactive and organized.  He's a logical thinker.  A brilliant person really.  Which, I have to admit looks really bad for me because the polar opposite of all that?  Not too flattering.

I'm not embarrassed to tell you that I love bugs.  I'm a procrastinator.  I hate board games.  I vehemently dislike the color purple.  I'm a conflict avoider.

And oh yes, I still occasionally (OK, almost every day) use my perfume bottle as a "microphone" and pretend that I am a famous singer. Most recently it's been Adele.  But last Friday it was K.C. (you know, of "and the Sunshine Band").

(I KNOW)

You see, I typically have no problem sharing at all.  Let's see what's left?

Oh yes, I am a total fashion disaster.  I wear my jeans several days in a row without washing them.  I eat peanut butter (and Nutella) oh (and Marshmallow Creme) out of the jar with my finger.

I sweat.

Like I said.  Typically I lean heavily toward the OVERSHARE.


So, you see, I think you might be surprised to learn that there's one thing I can't bring myself to share.

My cheesecake recipe.

Yep.  I am embarrassed and ashamed to admit that I'm totally prideful of My Cheesecake recipe. Usually, you know, I am decidedly in favor of giving out all of my recipes.  I mean it's not like I want to have to fess up on Judgement Day that I was so stingy and arrogant that I held on to that sucker til the bitter end.  It's a dessert.  Not like the key to any kind of human-kind mystery or anything.

I made two cheesecakes recently.  I took photos of all the steps.  I typed out the recipe and saved it.  It is no longer just enclosed in the iron trap of my mind.  I had every intention of posting it today, and then I had my own small, private panic attack accompanied by excessive sweating and realized that I just COULD. NOT..DO IT.

So I guess I'm asking for your help, your counsel so to speak to barrel past this obstacle.

I want to be a better person.  I do.  One that you'll be proud of....


And I should probably ditch the kitchen security cameras I had installed for the recent cheesecake making session.  That was probably wrong too.

In my weakness,

Lu