Can I eat cheesecake for every meal?

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My darling neighbor, Kristen, mother of 4 beautiful red-headed children, professional caterer and impressive church volunteer extraordinaire held a wedding at her home this weekend (hence, the whole volunteer thing. She volunteered to do this for a couple from her church).

I’ve watched her work all month, painting the exterior of her fence, planting fresh flowers, running the lawn mower like a pro over her winter grass while the baby watched with delight in his bouncy chair (Look at my cool mom, he’s thinking). The last touches, an array of Christmas string lighting hanging like stars from the sky, attached to tree branches over the 40 tables and 300 chairs in her backyard. It was beautiful.

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I play many roles and Saturday night, with Kristen’s blessing, I played wedding crasher. I walked into the backyard and witnessed a fairytale reception, packed with people, dancing, eating, and celebrating. And where was Kristen? She was at the punch table, serving up drinks for the guests.

I complemented her on the amazing event and we chatted for a bit about the neighbor who called the cops (cops didn’t do anything, Kristen had not broken any law), discussed how the trampoline assisted the groom in putting lights in the trees and then how said trampoline was moved into the cow pasture (a trampoline at a wedding reception is sure to be trouble).

Kristen greeted each guests and made sure everyone was comfortable, happy and well-fed including me, the neighborhood wedding crasher.

She took me into the kitchen and I about fell over. 25 home-made cheesecakes (all made by the mother of the bride) sat in white boxes, waiting to be feed to the masses. Every type of cheesecake you could imagine; lemon, chocolate macadamia nut, cherry, coconut, etc. For this sleep deprived mom, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Did I mention I love cheesecake?

Kristen then showed me the buffet table arranged out on the patio. She handed me a plate and I filled it with the best wedding food I’ve every had: veggies, fruit, little sandwiches, meatballs, cheese dips, spinach dip, chicken kabobs’, etc. The counselor, watching the baby at home, had no idea I was about to walk in our front door with food to delight for sure.

What is it about good food that makes me feel so loved? Since Eden’s birth, I’ve had friends and family bring over delicious food. Don’t think I’ve been deprived, but this wedding food was just what I needed to get through a week of very little sleep and engorged . . . well, you get the idea.

The counselor and I were like two little kids at Halloween. We giggled and ate and called “dibs” on this and that. Oh, what a night.

But this is not the end of the story, oh no. What happened the next day? Kristen, mother of 4, professional caterer and super sweet neighbor came over with a huge cardboard box of wedding food and yes, cheesecake. And she thanked me for taking it, like I was doing her some huge favor. Don't you just love friends like that.

So my question is can I eat cheesecake for every meal? Because there it sits, waiting for the pleasure of my hormonal taste buds. Let the party begin and thanks, Kristen.