So here’s the thing.
A few months ago, my friend Jabari challenged me to make a sweet potato cheesecake. At the time he was new to Portland and even though I made him some overly chocolatey fudge cookies to welcome him, he still doubted my baking skills.
He said his aunt makes the best sweet potato cheesecake and bet that I wouldn’t be able to match it.
Now, I don’t make a lot of cheesecake. Mostly because I’m not a fan, but this cheesecake was delicious. Even my family, who were a little weirded out by the idea of sweet potatoes in a cheesecake, loved it.
After having half a cheesecake sitting in my freezer for two months, I finally gave Jabari the cheesecake a couple of weeks ago so he could try it. Later that night I got a text saying “Nailed it!!!!” and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Especially since I made the recipe up off the top of my head.
A couple of days later, I asked him if my cheesecake or his aunt’s was better and he said…
“Aunts…Yours was good though.”, which kind of burst the happy little bubble I was in.
And after all of that, he won’t even let me share my magical recipe with you guys. So mean, right?