GREAT READS → LIFETAKES Issue 1063 · May 28, 2025

The Price of Love   

My son had chosen the cheesecake of cheesecakes

The Price of Love   

I said that henceforth I’d purchase my cheesecakes because for the price and effort it took to make one, I could buy one — for less. That math still maths. And yet this year I’m making my first ever, proper, go-all-out cheesecake.

It started after Pesach. My five-year-old asked, “When are we having cheesecake?”

“Shavuos,” I answered.

He started crying. “I just want cheesecake. It’s so delicious.”

C’mon, he’s cute. I bought him a cheese snack the next day and thought we were done. Silly me, this saga was just starting.

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