For this months Secret Recipe Club, I decided to keep it skinny, since I also happen to be reviewing a few new Weight Watchers Fresh Meals in this post. When I saw this Cheesecake with Sour Cream at Cook Book of Trial and Error, the blog I was assigned for March, I knew I had to try it. Look at how creamy and decadent it looks! Would you believe it has almost 5 times less calories than a full fat cheesecake? Trust me, you’d never know it. It’s lighter in texture, more like a a mix between a ricotta cheesecake and full fat cheesecake, but the flavor is so close to fatty the cheesecake, I was pleasantly surprised.
I was a bit devious, though. I had a few questions about the recipe, and since it’s supposed to be a ‘secret’ when you have someone’s blog, I left an innocuous comment asking those questions. When she quickly responded with the answers (less butter and crumbs in lieu of powder), she asked me to let her know how it turns out. I told I would definitely let her know – 100%. Now, I’m letting her know – It turned out amazing and people who tried it cannot believe it’s a skinny cheesecake!Then again, I didn’t post as Guest or Anonymous, so I’m sure she put two and two together and figured it out. Also, I tried to emulate the cinnamon zigzag in her photo, freehand, but it didn’t quite work out – so excuse the strip that looks like dirt.
That said, please be sure to visit her blog, she’s got some really fantastic recipes and photos!
On another skinny note..
Remember last September when I reviewed Weight Watchers Fresh Meals and Deli Salads? Well, Catherine Bowen Brophy of Greencore/Weight Watchers sent me 5 new fresh meals to try and tell you about. Like I mentioned in the previous review, I like Weight Watchers because it’s a sensible way to diet and the food is delicious and filling. The meals I received, in order from favorite to least favorite, are;
Photos above courtesy Weight Watchers
Beef Steak Tips with Potatoes and Vegetables - This was my favorite of the 5. I wanted to lick the carton clean when I was finished. 20 minutes later I realized I was full and satisfied. This is what I love about Weight Watchers.
Southwestern Style Turkey Chili - I loved the heartiness and flavor of this chili, but it needed a bit more spice. Again, it filled me up, so that’s a gold star,
Teryaki Chicken - The sauce was really good, and it tasted pretty close to what you might get at a good Japanese restaurant. However, it needed salt and teryaki should never,ever need salt.
Chicken Curry - Again, like with the chili, I felt it needed more kick, but I love hot and spicy food, so maybe it’s just me. Nice flavor and the sauce was silky.
Wild Alaskan Salmon - This was the least of my favorites. The salmon was bland, dry and the texture not pleasing at all, but, what do you excpect from pre-frozen packaged fish? That’s a tough one to pull off. I wanted to dredge each side in cajun seasoning and give it a quick sear, THEN, smother it with some kind of sauce, but that kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? They seriously need to rework this one.
You can always add extra spice to kick up the heat, so I’m giving these 5 new Fresh Meals a 7.5 out of 10, the main caveat being the salmon. You won’t get 5-star caliber food here, but you will get tasty food that fills you up, without deprivation . My favorite diet plan out there, by far.
Now it’s time for Part 7 of Bad Boy First Love. Part One is HERE, Part Two is HERE , Part Three is HERE, Part Four is HERE, Part Five is HERE, and Part Six is HERE.
I kept walking to the left, around and all the way to the other side of where the Tilt-A-Whirl was located. I was hoping they would all go on some rides to give me more time,while I waited. If I even set foot on any ride, apple wine and the slice of pizza I had would be whipping through the air like a torrential down pour with 95 mph winds.
But, NOO…no one was setting foot on any ride until my mission was complete. They were all voyeurs..rubberneckers, my plight was more exciting to them than the roller coaster with the almost 90 degree angle drop.
Great, who was going to hold my hair back when the inevitable purge came? No one, they’d be whooping it up on the Centrifuge, and find me lying in a pool of love lost when they got off.
I was walking very slow, looking down at my fingernails, picking at a hangnail. My hands were trembling slightly, my mouth dry as cotton. Soon I was surrounded by my ’troop’, words of encouragement coming at me from every angle, but they were like shrapnel at this point..I wanted it to stop.
“Thanks, guys, but I’ll be ok” Yeah right. Will our new hometown besties attend my funeral? What would they say? We knew Lisa for 30 minutes, but she was a really great girl!
Soon we were facing the Tilt-A-Whirl diagonally as we rounded the circle. Hmm..I never knew the pier was circular when you walked completely around it instead of right to left, left to right, straight through, like we always did in the past. Uninteresting little factoid. It’s funny how you notice such insignificant things when you’re about to do or take on something nerve-wracking and/or possibly life changing.
We all stopped and looked. I saw some tall guy with a mustache running from car to car closing them, then going back into what looked to be a DJ/ride operating booth. HA! He wasn’t working tonight! I was scot-free until tomorrow!
Then I saw him come out of the booth to say something to the tall guy. They laughed and went back in. My heart started fluttering. I turned to one of my friends…
“Can you give me a squirt?” I was referring to breath spray, being the breath psycho I am. Plus, my mouth was in a serious drought. Tumbleweeds were gently careening all over my tongue.
Before I knew it, I was being primped. My squirt friend started futzing with my hair..while another friend scribbled lip gloss all over my lips. Well, at least my lips would remain moist and supple upon rejection. Soon a pocket mirror was in my face. OK, I looked presentable.
The cacophony started again..
“You go girl!!. he is going to fall in love with you all over again!” Huh? He never said he loved me..but nice sentiment, new hometown bestie girlfriend.
The stench of pot was soon in my face…I mean, Mr, Words of Wisdom who coerced me into this with that one simple, but true statement.
“He’s gonna go nuts when he sees you..I can feel it” OK, he’s cool as a cucumber, not the type who goes nuts, but nice try new hometown bestie guy.
I looked to my left, one of my local girlfriends was making out with her new BF from upstate NY. Gee, thanks for the support..but, hey, I bet your parents would never make you leave your guy with no word at 4 am. Keep on kissing..I pray that’s me on this vacation, with Dreamboat, at some point.
I started walking toward the ride – then looked back. There they were..all 16 of them, standing and watching..a few fist pumps and shouts
‘Yaay, keep going, Lisa!’
“Don’t turn around! Forge ahead!”
Now I was walking with my head down, picking at my hangnail again, it started bleeding. Great. I turned back to look again, Now there were like 20 people standing there. They must have wondered what this large group was looking at.
I could hear it now..
“Hey, man..what’s going on here?”
One of the new hometown male besties would probably answer – since he knew me SO well..
“See that chick in the ratty red t-shirt and ripped shorts walking toward the Tilt-A-Whirl? She’s going to be blowing chunks in about 5 minutes after she talks to some guy! Keep watching – it’s gonna be good!”
I instinctively sucked my hangnail finger. The coppery taste was not pleasant, but it was a distraction, and better than grossing him out with a bloody digit.
As I got closer, I surveyed the area around the ride. Of course there were girls standing around to catch a glimpse of him in hopes he’d catch a glimpse of them. It was the girls standing alone that worried me..one in particular, a really cute platinum blonde, standing with both hands clasped behind her back, legs crossed, back arched, her rather large chest jutting out. Pure, unadulterated confidence. She might be his girlfriend. *Stop it, Lisa, just do what you need to do or if she isn’t already, she just might become his girlfriend!*
My stomach started to gurgle. I could feel the apple wine and pizza strapping on their chutes for instant ejection. in case my plane was hit. I walked past her, I could feel her give me the once over. I looked back briefly at my friends..now there were more people standing there. What the…? Had my story spread to everyone on the pier? I was waiting for some kind of announcement on the loud speaker/intercom system;
Gather ’round the Tilt-A-Whirl, ALL, have we got a show for you!!!
I turned away quickly and stepped up to the side of the Tilt-A-Whirl, near the DJ booth as the cars whipped around furiously. Since it was kind of high up..I had to stand on my tippy toes a bit. The tall guy with the mustache looked over at me and smiled. *NO, not you!* I thought, as I motioned toward Dreamboat with my hangnail finger.
He nudged Dreamboat to get his attention. Dreamboat was looking down at something. His head rose in what felt like slow motion (to me, anyway), he looked at his mustachioed amigo..and then me. Our eyes met..those blue, blue eyes were scorching and beautiful, even from that distance. I shivered..my legs were turning to JELLO again.
Welcome back JELLO legs, you’ve been missed.
He stood up rapidly and came rushing out the side of the booth, right over to me. It was mere seconds. He got down on one knee, his arm resting up on the railing to steady himself. For a few seconds, I couldn’t take my eyes off the underside of his naturally muscled, creamy smooth bicep. I wanted to kiss it.
He looked deep into my eyes, and in the softest, sweetest tone, one that always turned me to goo the previous summer, he asked the million dollar question..
“What happened to you last summer?”
I started to speak, but no words were coming out. I had to clear my throat and compose myself.
“I..I..my mother…umm..we had to leave suddenly, Wait, I mean, my father made us leave….”
I was stammering.
He never took his eyes off of mine for one second as I tried to get my voicebox working properly. How did he do that? I bet he’d won quite a few staring contests in his life. I was awful at them, always the first to laugh and look away. I felt searing heat building. Dammit, the second big blush of my life was coming on. NOOOO.
“Umm..they made us leave at 4 in the morning because…..”
He interrupted me, still not taking his eyes off of mine. He looked so amazing. Sparks were flying everywhere – I think. I know I felt them.
“What are you doing tonight? Do you have plans?”
OK, I think that might mean he’s feeling them too – but don’t get ahead of yourself, Lisa!
“NO..no plans at all”
“Want to meet me after work? Unless you want me to pick you up some place?”
Alrighty, maybe one small step ahead
“I’ll meet you..no problem at all!” I’d walk to meet you even if it was 1000 miles in sleet, snow, rain, whatever.
“Meet me at the carousel at midnight?”
“Of course” *OMG – YESS!* (remember, I’m a teenager)
He flashed me his gorgeous smile, but it was kind of shy, different. I loved it. I blushed more (STOP!) and smiled back. I was beaming and no doubt it showed. Time stopped, but then the damn ride stopped, he had to go back to work.
“See you in a few hours”
I desperately needed someone to glue me to the damn ground because I swear to god, I felt like I was about to fly away, I was as high as a kite, as high as one of twelve, crazy, colorful, high-tech kites this family would bring to the beach every day at 5 pm the summer before and fly obsessively. I’d never seen kites fly so high in my life. I remember saying to my friend…
“I guess someone told them to go fly a kite and they took it seriously”
I was so high, I was Lisa in the Sky with
I walked back to my crowd of friends, temporary friends, and complete strangers, who were starting to disperse, Thank God. I tried to remain neutral faced, I didn’t want to let on anything until I reached them. Of course that didn’t work, because they knew me too well, they knew my ‘about to cry’ face. They were already smiling and getting ready for a hug fest. Of course, I didn’t want it to happen there..I walked right past them to the other side of the pier. Then I let loose..
“He asked me to meet him after work tonight!!!”
During the hug fest and the numerous ”I told you so’s”, I realized my eyes were welling up. Next – a few tears were running down my face. Wow, could those be happy tears? This was the first time I ever experienced them. I’d heard of them, seen it happen to others, but could never understand how anyone could cry when they were happy. If I’d had a vile on hand, I think I would have bottled them – sort of like a parent keeps the clippings of a their child’s first haircut.
“Awww, Lis..you’re so happy you’re crying! Look she’s crying!”
What was happening to me? The effect Dreamboat had on me was crazy. This wasn’t just puppy love, this was serious.
It was 10:30, I decided I wanted to go back to our luxury pad and freshen up a bit..not change or do my hair, just brush my teeth again, maybe run a razor with some lotion up and down my legs to nip any stubble – in case they accidentally rubbed against his hand, or umm, vice versa. He use to occasionally put his hand on my knee while driving. I couldn’t chance it.
The single local pal sister and one of my real besties volunteered to go with me while the rest stayed to play on the rides. I bid adieu to my now hometown acquaintances, unless we ran into them again and became besties once more, and off we went.
I barely remember the walk back because I wasn’t walking..I was floating again. I didn’t even feel the boardwalk.
I didn’t even feel the splinter that shot up into my foot, embedding deep – initially.
Half of my freshening up period was spent crying out as my friend tried and finally succeeded in removing it. A bloody hangnail, a splinter, what was next? A small chunk of meteorite to the head on the walk to meet him?
Excuse the fact that I don’t know why I’m here, and I can’t remember your name, I had a little celestial accident.
The walk to meet him was just as exhilerating as that first walk to meet him the summer before. Same deal..the salt air blowing my already messy hair all over the place, the scent of popcorn and cotton candy increasing as we got closer, the bright lights and music getting louder. We were now at the carousel, but he wasn’t there. I looked around, getting more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by.
What if I my sudden disappearance last year hurt him so much that this was his revenge? Maybe I looked so hideous with my rat’s nest hair, he changed his mind about meeting me? I knew I should have waited until the next night when I had a tan and looked nicer!
It was now 10 after midnight.
Then I saw him, behind the closing gate of the pier, talking closely to the cute platinum/bleach blonde with the tremendous confidence and tremendous ta-ta’s. She had her hand on his arm. OH.NO. I felt the apple wine reintroduce itself to my esophagus..
Keep checking back for Part 8, coming soon!
Before I get to the cheesecake recipe, I’d like to thank my friend, Mandy, from What the Fruitcake?! - for converting the measurements in this recipe from metrics to US for me. Also, to see all the delicious dishes my fellow SRC’ers made from their assigned blogs, click on the blue frog below.
Skinny Sour Cream Topped Cheesecake
Recipe from Cooking with Trial and Error,
Approximately 2950 calories, 12 servings, 245 calories per serving
4.6 ounces animal or graham cracker crumbs (I forgot to measure after I weighed, but I will do that later with remaining crumbs)
3 to 5 tablespoons melted butter (it could get too greasy with 5, so start with 3, which worked for me)
1 3/4 cups Farmers Cheese *
1/3 cup + 1 tablespoon + 1 teaspoon Buttermilk or Yogurt *
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2/3 cup sugar
1 1/3 cups sour cream
1/3 cup sugar
* The Farmer’s Cheese plus buttermilk amounts can be substituted with all Quark or Greek Yogurt – 500 grams total. Next time I’m going to make yogurt cheese with the Greek yogurt, and try this recipe with that instead of the farmer’s cheese and buttermilk. I’m pretty sure it will be closer in texture to full fat cheesecake since it’s creamy. Strain about 600 to 700 grams low-fat or regular Greek Yogurt so you end up with 500 grams yogurt cheese, which is about 2 cups.
1. Place the animal or graham crackers in a food processor and pulse until you get fine crumbs. Transfer the crumbs to a clean bowl and drizzle in the melted butter, stirring, until it holds together somewhat. As mentioned above, you shouldn’t need all 5 tablespoons, the cheesecake filling will bind it together when baking.
2. Press the crumbs into a greased 9-inch cake pan – just the bottom. Use the bottom of a glass to really pack it in. Place in the freezer while you make the filling. You can also use a 5”x7” square Pyrex pan, if you want to make cheese cake squares. *I used an 8-inch springform pan, which doubled the baking time. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F.
2. In a food processor, combine all the ingredients for the cheese filling until uniform and silky. Remove the graham cracker crust from the freezer, and pour the filling on top of it.
3. Place in the preheated oven and bake for 5 minutes. Lower the oven temperature to 350 degreees F and bake for 15 minutes.
4. Combine the sour cream with the sugar. After the cheesecake has baked for 15 minutes at 350F, remove it from the oven and spread the sour cream on top evenly – be gentle, as it will be slightly jiggly in the middle. Bake for another 5 minutes.
5. Let the cheesecake cool to room temperature, then chill in the fridge for at least 2 hours before serving. I topped my mini cheesecakes (I cut them out of the leftover large cheesecake with a round biscuit cutter) with a melange of cut up fruits and honey.
* As i mentioned above, I used a 7 1/2 to 8-inch round springform pan. The baking time was 10 minutes at 400 degrees F, then 30 to 35 minutes at 350 degrees F, and another 10 minutes with the sour cream topping.