Trust Me!
My sister has never been a big fan of cheese. She’d eat those wrapped cubes of “cow” cheese but she otherwise hated the stuff.
So growing up, as the protective big sister I was (and still am), I made sure to eat her slice of cheesecake whenever our mom had the audacity to make and actually serve her a some.
After years of watching me eat my double helping, my sister started becoming suspicious.
“Maybe I should try it, it might be good.”
“It’s called CHEESEcake because there’s CHEESE in it. Do you like CHEESE now??”
“No… But this might be different.”
“Well ok, taste this. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Then I’d carefully scoop a small bit of the sour cream topping onto the fork and hand it to her. She’d nibble it gingerly. “Eew!”
“See, I’m just trying to help you out here. So shall I finish the rest of that slice for you? Mmhmm. Thought so.”
