Last week, an urgent communiqué was received from the European home baker’s underground via the Joe Pastry international signal station at Nova Scotia. It read:
CHEESECAKE RECIPE NEEDED IMMEDIATELY. STOP. MUST BE NEW YORK-STYLE. STOP. NOT TOO HEAVY. STOP. NONE OF THAT GUMMY TEXTURE OR CHALKY DRIED-OUT EDGES NONSENSE. STOP. AWAITING REPLY. STOP. OVER.
I’ve got a request list here as long as my right arm waiting for attention, but what to do? There are brothers and sisters-at-arms in need. Their call cannot go unheeded.