France is known for its cheese, of course, but the phrase “French Cheesecake” is not one I had encountered before today. It sounds like it should refer to a silver screen starlet or can-can dancer, non?
But:
Here we have a slice of cheesecake, the baked foodstuff made with cheese. I saw it in a cheese shop window on the Île Saint-Louis and was intrigued. It looked like a soft cheese, but it looked even more like a cheesecake with no crust or toppings of any kind. There was nothing else in the window that looked like anything other than cheese. Andi asked the shopkeeper what it was, and he said it was a cake made with French white cheese. A cheesecake. Andi bought me a slice.
It was mildly sweet with a hint of lemon flavor. It was light and not at all overbearing on a warm 4th of July. It reminded me of Italian ricotta cheesecake but it was lighter. It was delicious. Eat some.
I can’t-can’t think of a joke to end the post. Cheesecake.
