Adventures with cheese

Yesterday I decided to make a cheese cake. In my hand-written book of ancestral recipes copied from my mum, there is a recipe for Philadelphia cheese cake, which my mum herself copied from a neighbour in Edinburgh in about 1972. It ended up as a marvel of vagueness and guesswork. "Serves: lots," it said, which didn't help much, but since it also talked about lining two flan tins, I decided to do half quantities.

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