It seemed a great idea at that particular instance.
So many of them.
Blocks of cream cheese sitting in the freezer, waiting to meet the blender.
And so I decided to make passionfruit cheesecake.
Made it in the evening and popped it in the fridge.
Next day, I realized with disappointment that it was errr, sludgy. Perhaps I didn’t add enough gelatin. Added more and popped it in again. And of course, it didn’t help much.
I like to think of it as biscuit with passionfruit sauce. Even the ever supportive husband took a bite, squirmed with sourness and gave it a miss. I don’t blame him at all. I think I should have dumped a gallon of sugar to counter the sourness. Maybe juices from nine passionfruits were a little too much?
As you might have guessed, I threw the whole thing away.