Takes me back to every “you think it’s butter but it’s not” fork full I’ve ever stuck in my maw.

What kills me more than the horror of wrecking the purity that is real cheesecake is not being there to see my mom’s face as she forced herself to eat it and make ooo and ah sounds at all the peeps staring at her. She still won’t eat cheesecake! 😂

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