I don’t usually talk about myself too much in my blog posts. I do reveal snippets of myself and my obsession with food – that, of course, is required without saying – my opinions on fine dining and service, my changing sense of taste as I have aged, my progression in the kitchen from a naive-minded teenager who used to stuff herself with processed snack foods and had no knowledge of how to even fillet chicken into a (slightly) more mature adult who now cooks chicken marinated in herbs and spices with brussel sprouts and brown rice for a post-gym feed.
But today I feel like talking about my old fear of missing out. We are friends after all – all five hundred or so of you who actually take the time to sit down and read this mindless drivel; some of you even have it land in your inbox on a weekly basis. If you’ve been keeping up you may remember me talking some time ago about my experiences of meeting people from online. Dating websites, MeetUp, etcetera – I did this for quite a few years of my life, and while I was delighted to be meeting so many different people outside my regular social circles and pushing myself to be more outgoing and open, a large part of it was exhausting; but what is funny was that I myself was really to blame for the exhaustion.
I look back now and I realise that during that time I had quite a big fear of missing out, or FoMO as it’s commonly abbreviated to these days. While FoMO is defined by Wikipedia as “a pervasive apprehension that others might be having rewarding experiences from which one is absent”, my FoMO was defined as “fear of the experiences I will be missing out on if I don’t meet all the people”.
In terms of meeting suitors for dating purposes, I have gone on so many first dates it’s ridiculous and rather embarrassing. I’ve met bankers, a horticulturalist, man-children who still lived with their mothers, men who likened themselves to Bear Grylls, students on exchange, ex-pats (accents provide never-ending hours of amusement), writers, marathon-runners, men who believed it was a romantic gesture to gift two dozen long-stemmed red roses the first time you met someone. I’m not proud to say this, but I would date a few of these poor fellows at the same time, because I liked different aspects of each.
One may have an excellent sense of goofy humour, one bantered well, one was fun to take out and go rock-climbing and ice-skating with, one was good to take out to social events as he was consistently a well-behaved gentleman. Whenever I had a catch up with a friend it would involve a good couple of hours of me giving a detailed rundown and update on the men in my life as they changed so frequently my friends had lost track. The FoMO is something that can hold you in severe limbo – you don’t want to let go of what you have at the moment because you don’t know if you will find anything better; but then you also don’t want to make any commitments because what if something better comes along the next day? It’s a rather selfish mentality that isn’t fair to anyone involved.
Fast forward a few years and I eventually grew weary of remembering the names and feeling the guilt of letting people down because I couldn’t make up my mind; in my natural state I’m a little emotionally closed – a bit of a lone wolf, you might say. I became more comfortable in my own company; quite satisfied with spending all my weekday and weekend evenings alone to my own devices.
But idle curiosity can be a funny thing. As a result of it, I met a lovely lady back in March earlier this year through one of my old avenues and I’m quietly pleased that I’m still seeing her – and her exclusively – right now. She has an innuendo-laden sense of humour to rival my own, will eat anything new once, and is also amazingly gorgeous and intelligent. It’s barely surprising that I haven’t had a single smidgen of FoMO in the few months…it’s funny how things can work out sometimes 🙂
Her – she’s known as Night Owl on here – favourite ice cream flavour is consistently Cookies and Cream, and being in the indulgent mood to smash together a cheesecake over the weekend, I decided to make that favourite classic – Cookies and Cream Cheesecake.
I had a mild kerfuffle regarding the ingredients with this recipe. The main recipe I was consulting instructed me to add a 375 gram block of softened cream cheese, but the only quantities of cream cheese I could find at the supermarket was 250 gram tubs. I hate wastage and didn’t want to buy two tubs and then lament over what I was going to do with the leftovers. I had a look in my fridge and I had a tub of mascarpone which I use for tiramisu – it’s an Italian cream cheese, quite softer in texture, but surely it would work too? With 125 grams of the mascarpone added the cheesetake turned out with a beautifully smooth texture. I’ve written up the recipe here as I made it, but feel welcome to just use regular cream cheese for the whole 375 grams if you prefer.
This heavenly cheesecake easily serves 12.
You will need:
- 250g chocolate biscuits (I used Arnotts Choc Ripples);
- 80g butter, melted;
- 250g spreadable cream cheese, softened;
- 125g mascarpone;
- 1/2 cup caster sugar;
- 1 teaspoon vanilla bean paste;
- 1 cup thickened cream;
- 3 teaspoons powdered gelatine, dissolved in 1/4 cup boiling water;
- 200g white cooking chocolate, melted and cooled slightly;
- 100g Oreo chocolate cream-filled biscuits.
Break up the chocolate biscuits into a food processor and process into fine crumbs. Add the melted butter and process to combine. Press the mixture into the base of a lined 18x28cm lamington/brownie tin and refrigerate for 30 minutes. Make your cream cheese mixture while you wait.
Beat the cream cheese, mascarpone, sugar and vanilla with an electric mixer until smooth, then beat in the cup of cream. Stir through the gelatin mixture and white chocolate.
Roughly chop the Oreo cookies and stir through the filling before pouring it over the chocolate biscuit base.
Refrigerate for three hours or until set. Cut into squares and devour. Delicious and really too simple.
And Night Owl was quite happy having a slice for breakfast when I took it over the next morning 😉
Enjoy your week lovelies xx