My First Homemade Basque Cheesecake Attempt

Homemade Basque Cheesecake

I did not know my first post would be about baking. I had baked scones sometimes, but this was my first cake, so I wanted to record it. I am a little tired of Instagram now. Anyway, start.

Ingredients Cream cheese Whipping cream Eggs, lemon juice, sugar

The road to failure started with the parchment paper. I stuck the parchment on carefully with butter and then tried to add the cream cheese. When I opened it, it turned out to be the kind you have to unwrap one by one. First mental breakdown. Why did I buy something like that and make myself unwrap every piece? I got annoyed from the start while opening them.

You can see why it was annoying, right?

Still, I worked hard to finish the batter, strained it, and carefully put it in the air fryer. Then I realized I was not going to eat all of it myself and should give it to someone. I started looking for packaging, but the pretty pulp lunch boxes were sold in packs of 50. So I headed straight to Daiso.

My cute dog slippers. These days they are essential for stepping outside: taking out recycling, walking Chorong, anytime. My shopping mate today was my younger sibling Choraeng.

After checking two large marts and finding nothing, Daiso appeared. The little one has gotten fluffy lately and is explosively cute.

They did not have exactly the lunch box I wanted, but I decided this one would be fine with cute parchment paper inside. The size was roomy, and since I was giving it to people around me, I was reasonably satisfied.

When I got home, the cake was nicely baked. Basque cheesecake tastes best when it is beautifully burnt. After letting it mature for about a day, I looked at it and thought it came out really well. I even wondered if I had some talent. Then I tried to remove the cake. I had trusted the advice that the parchment needed to be attached that way or the sides would not bake prettily, so I had worked hard on it. But when it was time to lift the cake out, I realized the problem. To remove it, I needed to grab the parchment and lift it out, but because the side and bottom parchment were separate, only the side parchment slipped out. Second mental breakdown. I could not flip the cheesecake over and tap it out easily. When I panicked and kept asking what to do, my mom said, just scoop it with a spoon. But I had even gone out to buy containers to give it as gifts.

In the end, I flipped it and tapped it out. Does everyone know how much my heart broke? About one-third broke while taking it out. I wanted to cry, but after I placed the pieces on top, they stuck together, which was at least a relief.

You can see the broken part in front, right? Anyway, I finished it, took photos, and tasted a bite. The inside was moist like cream and seriously delicious. I gave it to people around me, and I was grateful that everyone said it tasted good.

What should I try baking next?

The last shot is my little one wanting the cake.