Adventures in Cheesecake Pie Making. 🍰

You already know the recipe calls for sugar. You think, "Oh, he always has a store of sugar packets at home, so not a problem." When you go to check the sugar packets for the crust, you find....sugar cubes! 
"Who did the switch?" you complain, accusingly. "You did. You said they didn't have packets at the store." So, you pour melted butter on the sugar cubes, take the potato masher and with fury, mash mash mash! until there are no cubes. They've disintegrated into the crust. This time the cream blended pretty well, that is, the blender didn't have a loose bottom like before and pour all over the counter. 
The cheesecake, despite all obstacles, was successful, and got demolished.
Persist!👩‍🍳 

Typewriter in the Basement

I thank Clif for telling me about the typewriting videos. I couldn't figure out how to reverse the ribbon on the 1939 Royal, but one of the videos showed me how to do it. I think the ribbon still needs replacing, though. There was a certain satisfaction on the effect of typing on something like it once again with the noise it makes, and how nobody knows what you're thinking 2,000 miles away. Lest it seems as though I'm living in the past, I've got you on that one, as I'm rereading a metaphysical book that claims there is no time. So, I will dwell in whatever era I choose to at the moment and live there for the time being. If I disappear into the "Twilight Zone", don't come looking for me........I'm happy there.

 Went down to do the laundry and started typing on the Royal Typewriter, "clickety, clackety, clickety, clackety" Now, Bill saw a movie called "Burnt Offerings" 40 years ago, about a lady who becomes possessed by the spirit of an evil sorceress called Mrs. Alerdyce. So when I'm down there too long, he yells, "Mrs. Alerdyce!" I admit the typewriter does draw me in to itself. 👩‍🦳